The damn thing swelled up like a puffer fish and I’m not kidding. The bottom bowed out and refused to lay flat on the desk. It wobbled and rocked and teetered and, frankly, looked a little explosive. I took it to the repair shop and left it for them to deal with.
So, now, I’m at loose ends. Here, in whirly world, loose ends are a one-way ticket to disaster, since I’m forced to make my own fun. I can’t hide out in the mighty sanctuary of words. Oh, no, I’m left to my own devices. Devices I’ve long suspected are trying to kill me.
So far — and it’s only been a matter of hours — I’ve already made two very rookie mistakes:
>> I threw back way too much high octane German coffee.
>> I headed over to twitter.
Okay, if that isn’t asking for trouble, what is? I’m wired and chock-full of unfocused, overcaffeinated energy, just spoiling for a fight. Twitter is the absolute last place I should be loitering.
Books aren’t helpful, either; I can’t sit still. A bike ride could kill me. A walk has the capacity to cripple me. Just doing this, writing a post on my phone, is sending my anxiety level sky high. Are you wondering how that works? Well, I’ll tell you: it’s making me claustrophobic.
And that’s the naked, embarrassing truth.
The screen is tiny and choked with words. The keyboard is even tinier. And where are the images? I need images. I need a little room to breathe here.
Ooh, I know. I’ll wander over to the new WordPress editor and launch myself right over the border into Crazytown. Please, pardon me for the unexcused absence. I hope to return soon without severe injury or felony charges. Wish me luck :o)
*The Whirly Girl copyright would go here if I knew where to find the icon or could save the document in order to go look for it.
**I cannot tell you how much I loathe this disastrous editor. Gah!