I’m dog tired

In which I am so tried I end up writing about a random series of words.

Picture of William Shakespeare

Today has been one of those days, not that I have a lot on my plate but a day where it has been a bit of a struggle. Sometimes I’m in danger of providing too much information on this site so I’m going to give a warning, skip the next paragraph if you have an aversion to ick.

It started at 4.30 this morning when I found my nose bleeding like someone had poured a bottle of raspberry syrup up there while I was sleeping. This is not the start you want for the day, mostly because it is too damned early to be remembering to tilt your head back or stick a key down your back to stem the flow.

So today I’m tired, really tired, so when I see a random writing prompt arrive in my Google mailbox asking me to be creative I start to think how can I find the energy to do this?

This is Day 1 of being a bit tired so it means that I am just slow, I have managed to rev myself up a few times today when needed but as soon as I reached the front door I started  to crash. Since I have sat down at this keyboard the mental ink in my brain has run dry and the fountain fingers are struggling to scratch anything down on this digital paper.

See even my analogies are tortured. Tomorrow though, if I don’t get enough sleep again I will be magnificent. For Day 2 of tiredness is the creative period. It’s when the part of my head that is meant to differentiate between normality and the things that aren’t normality shatter and come down. It’s basically the period where the Beatles went from writing sensible stuff like Love Me Do and You Can Drive my Car to being on a Magical Mystery Tour with the Walrus going down Bluejay Way.

One thing that did give me a smile today was listening to this guy who travels round America with his dog (http://theoasisofmysoul.com) after the death of his son. This guy is completely at peace with the world and his dog has a great life. He gets to ride around the amazing scenery of America, gets fed and is able to curl up and rest. It made me realise that sometimes I wish I was a dog, on a day like today I could have just done all that with no worries or tiredness. Just me, a dog named Bob.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”

You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob

Author: Daddysaurus

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

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