I’m writing about nothing, nothing at all. But it could be something. I could write about Radiohead or Angry Birds even. I play that a lot to kill time. My cat is passed out on our tax forms for the second time today. Bedroom still a mess. Angry Birds, I can’t get enough of the game. Can’t stop thinking about the crazed birds from Arkansas who committed mass suicide flying into one another and buildings as if possessed. Radiohead. Morning Bell. What happened to the cat? She bit the sweeper…again. Carpet Crawlers. Pinot Noir. 99 words about nothing…nothing at all.
Posted on March 5, 2011 by ribbie