Day Twelve

Word count - 25,884

I did absolutely no writing today. I spent most of my day doing homework. I wrote a short paper for extra credit in Geography, did almost half of the assignment that's due in the same class in a few weeks, and read some history. I also cleaned the fridge, my room, and the bathroom. After that, I picked my mom up from work, and as soon as I got home I was picked up for D and D. Today has been a very busy day. In fact, I feel this poem reflects my day very well.

Today is very boring,
it’s a very boring day,
there is nothing much to look at,
there is nothing much to say,
there’s a peacock on my sneakers,
there’s a penguin on my head,
there’s a dormouse on my doorstep,
I am going back to bed.

Today is very boring,
it is boring through and through,
there is absolutely nothing
that I think I want to do,
I see giants riding rhinos,
and an ogre with a sword,
there’s a dragon blowing smoke rings,
I am positively bored.

Today is very boring,
I can hardly help but yawn,
there’s a flying saucer landing
in the middle of my lawn,
a volcano just erupted
less than half a mile away,
and I think I felt an earthquake,
it’s a very boring day.

~ Jack Prelutsky

I love that poem. I remember hearing it read on that old kid's show Arthur. Does anyone remember that show? I used to love it!

It's nearly midnight, and I'm still at a friend's house. My thought process is fuzzy and slow; I can't seem to get over the terrible wall that has fallen into my path. Writer's block, my eternal foe, how dare you stand in my way? I shall draw my mighty sword, and smite thee. Thy fall shall be great, and thy misery complete. No other writer, nay not one, shall be subject to your tortuous ways. This, oh writer's block, is my promise to thee.

- Aimee