For no particular reason, I feel as though I have no imagination today. I just finished writing a couple of articles which were ok, but it took much longer than it would normally take. I was suffering from temporary writer's block.
I picked up my copy of Dorothy Parker's Complete Stories, which usually inspires me because she is so darn witty, but I didn't feel like reading, so I put it back down. I was ready to go for my 2 mile run around the lake, but then it started raining. I'm on my 3rd Diet Coke of the day (I know Zeus, I don't need to hear about it...btw, I just finished your left-over black bean taco from last night, so I hope you weren't planning on eating it), and my cat threw up again this morning. He's on steroids for his food allergy/Irritable Bowel Syndrome issue (yes, cats can actually suffer from IBS, go figure) and the steroids are supposed to stop his vomiting, so I think he's doing it because he can. If I were cruel to animals I would be baking him in the oven-proof pyrex casserole dish right now with some broccoli and brie, so lucky for him, I'm not cruel to animals (yet) and I don't think I would like eating cat so much.
Ugh, anyway, the rain has stopped now, so I will try to go for my run. I don't mind getting rained on during my run, I just hate to start out in the rain. It makes me want to run back home with a bowl of Trix cereal (though I haven't had Trix for years so I don't know where that came from) and a blanket with the AC turned down to 68 degrees so that I'm shivering, while I watch Judge Judy. It just sounds good right now.
Oh, before I forget, I found this great quote yesterday from Dorothy Parker (her birthday is actually Saturday, 8/22, or would have been) about writing and I wanted to share it:
"I hate writing, but love having written."
Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)
--Fortuitous Observer
