So here we are. We went to town and saw a talk at the theatre. I adhered to all my naps, including my core, and I feel FANTASTIC! YAY!
I had to leave the show early however, but I was all caught up by those beautiful people who watched it in it's entirety. Twas Michael Mosley that we went to see! Or Micky Mo as I like to now call him.
It's quite hard to write things that are interesting and entertaining. Let's do an experiment. I'm going to write the first thing that comes into my head on the next three lines. Then I'm going to try and write a joke about a dog on the three lines after that. We shall then see who is funnier, my subconscious self or my conscious 'i'mtryingtobefunny' self.
Opening doors can be quite tricky, if you only had one door to open that would be the best thing woudn't it? But no, we all have multiple doors in our lives and we must open them whenever we must. Oh look, I only have about half a line left to be funny...... Helicopter cheese.
The puppy sat, dumfounded as he watched the monstrosity being performed by the human on the White-Cold Drinking Bowl of Wonder. The bathroom was cold and Gerry had had a bad night before. His body was now emptying as much badness as he could into the toilet. Why any sentient being would do that to such a clean source of drinking water the puppy didn't know.
OKAY OKAY! So I over wrote by a line there..... If you resize the browser window you can change the number of lines. HUZZAH!
Anyway, I believe that I have much much more practice inside me that I need to get out. A little like what my Work Experience supervisor said when I went to Disney Studios in Sydney. "Every artist has 50 bad drawings to get out before a good one comes out." I think I have about 500,000 bad words to get out before I write some good ones.
I wonder if this was the same for Gerry?