She may not believe it but my wife is a great inspiration. And she is good with thinking of ideas of things to write. We were talking about a situation with some friends and how it could play out and I was able to get some really great talking/starting points. Maybe this is the posting that gets me over the hump. I really could use that sort of goodness. Because this is a time were I could use a pick me up.

I like it when a plan comes together and I don't know I can sleep. I was going to write something about people in our scout committee stepping up but I have nothing clever to say. I took some DayQuil but the caffeine in the non-drowsy formula is keeping me up. I wish the laundry across the street was 24/7 I'd do laundry now. But it's not, so I'll wait till morning when no doubt I will be much less energetic. Sometimes I hate the controls on my iPhone. I am writing and all of a sudden I cant get back to a specific spot to fix something. And even though just to jot the premise of this activity, I cant stand seeing the wrong word ending up in a post because of apple's spell check.

Ani's birthday

We had such a great weekend celebrations Ani's birthday. We went to this wine and cheese place that had the most amazing Mediterranean platter. We drank no wine. But that platter was out of this world. Especially the very spicy pickled thing that I couldn't stop eating. It was nice getting some one on one time with my special lady. Our date nights are way to few and far between, but when we have them they are always fun. On Sunday we got BBQ at Fett Sau, wasn't the best offering from FS but it's always still pretty good. We ate so much meat we came up with the phrase "Ham Drunk". Which is basically when you have eaten too much pork products (or beef) and you get a little loopy since all the blood from your brain has travelled down to your stomach.

Tonight was the second night in a row that I wrote parts of something that is not this. It actually felt great to be inspired for a change. They are both first steps into something really good. It's funny when it rains it pours.

Mr.Dowd stomps Jay's leg (first five minutes of story)

There are some stories that you only have second hand knowledge of but you hear them so much it feels like you were there.

One such story is Mr. Dowd stomping Jay Pizzarielo's leg when it was on fire. Now my version of the story was they were inches away from a waterfront but they were a few feet away in reality. Basically Jay had a jar of rubber cement to squeeze into the fire. He stepped on it and a stream of rubber cement went into the fire. And then it shot back into the bottle. He panicked and it squirted onto his pant leg. No doubt some zubaz pants. And caught fire. Mr.Dowd saw this and knocked Jay down and started stomping his leg. Yes Jay was sort of a class clown. But he was a good guy, still is, and we needed his legs intact.

Cumbersome

I have become so, I don't know, stuck in my own way. I can't figure out what to do. Despite doing this as sort of a practice to write every day, I can't seem to get past my own mental block in regards to my own writing. And in the non-writing world it's becoming harder and harder to deal with everyone. Some are inconsiderate and some are just so dumb they don't realize it.

Who does the "shoulder" lean to when he needs a shoulder. Because the weight is becoming overwhelming. .

It has been a few days. But those days have been a dark void of un-creativity. Hopefully I can get back in track. All of my creative juices involve reminiscing about the good times we all had in our scout. And creating banners with a game of thrones app.

It's weird when you are running you know how much time. I have no idea how Delong I have left and I'm savior to fall asleep.