For today’s Friday Lame Post, I shall share what I wrote in my spiral notebook while on lunch at work earlier this week. I shall add comments as I feel like it. I think I will put the comments in italics, just to be precious (whatever that means) (I may address that use of “precious” in a future post). And I just italicized what I just typed in, to be consistent.
My plan, for last week as well as this week, was to write blog posts ahead so I would only have to hit “publish” before heading out for rehearsal or performance. So far it has not worked out very well. Still, it’s only Tuesday. I have hopes for this week. Not high hopes. As you may guess, I was correct not to harbor high hopes.
Today I am testing a long-held theory of mine. The theory is: you can write when you’re in pain as long as it is not a headache. My wrist is throbbing for unknown reasons. And here I am writing. True, it is my left wrist and I am right handed.
Oh! It hurts like a son of a bitch! My theory is wrong.
Come to think of it, I knew my theory was wrong years ago. I had strep throat when I was in college, and it made me feel dreadfully ill. My head throbbed in a most painful fashion. But I had exams and I took them. Well, let me tell you I wrote some of the best essays of my life with my head throbbing. Maybe part of the reason was that I wanted to get finished and get the hell out of there and back to bed, but I felt as if my brain focused with laser precision and cut through all the crap.
What did I learn from this? I don’t know, but I think I won’t use this blog post, because I do not like it (oh, I do NOT remember writing that part. Oh crap).
And I wish my wrist would stop hurting.
My wrist is feeling better, for any kind readers who were concerned. Probably a stupid pulled muscle or something. I feel a little silly for having made such a fuss about it, but as I wrote earlier, it did hurt like the proverbial son of a bitch. I’m wondering if my original assessment of not liking and thus not publishing this post was not the right one. However, for reasons I have been talking about for weeks (remember, Much Ado About Nothing?), I now only have time to hit “Publish.” Happy Friday, everyone.
Under the heading, It Takes So Little To Please Some People, I like the way the title of the play is not italicized when it falls in a paragraph that is all italicized.
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