Feeling a bit faded? Washed out? Worn thin? It happens.
I'm actually feeling great, but the muse decided he needed a vacation and has deserted me without even the promise of a postcard. The lazy bum. He hasn't really produced anything worthwhile in weeks. He claims he's stressed out and unable to work under such conditions. I think he knows he's on thin ice with me and he's trying to pull some sort of a drama queen act or maybe he's making preparation for an ADA claim if I try to fire him. Either way, I'm not impressed.
Next week I'll be out of town. Going to training in Dallas. And getting to meet some cool bloggers while I'm there. I even have a date to meet a stranger in a cemetery. A first for me and I'm feeling way all French Connection-ish about it.
This afternoon I think I had a life-changing experience. I reached out to grip the arms of my desk chair so I could stand up and usher someone out of my office. When I touched the metal on the underside of the arm, something shocked me. It hurt - a lot! I never ran into static electricity with that kind of lasting effect before, which made me realize that it couldn't have just been a random electrical discharge.
It must have been a radioactive spider bite!
Yep. Spider bite for sure.
I've been waiting all evening for my superpowers to show up. So far, nothing. But I feel certain that by dawn I won't need glasses, except as a clever disguise, and I'll be able to fly. In which case, I'll probably take a day off from work.
10 comments:
Damn, a stranger in a cemetery. Who could that be?
Oooooh! I hope yo're getting together with Foo and Turtle - they're great! Another one you'll love is Pam (she's on my blogroll and reads you all the time).
Have we figured out yet why your muse is a male? Isn't that a bit unusual? Or am I just ignorant on the gender of muses?
Have fun in Dallas.
Dijea - totally creepy, isn't it? ha ha!
janie - I think there should be some sort of DFW bloggr convention! There are so many great folks I like to read who live there!!
annie - I wrote something about my muse during the softball tournament a couple of weeks ago. I'll see if I can answer your question - maybe later today. :)
Spookyrach, maybe it was a parting shot from that spider you met at Caprock, waiting for the right moment to make its presence felt.
Have a great trip!
Are you climbing the walls yet? YOu can always blame it on the spider bite!
There's a place where everyone's muse goes to whoop it up and talk about us behind our backs. Mine never came back and probably ended up in jail or something.
Umm, just try not to puke in your mask. ;-)
.....I have no clever repartee like comment. Likely my muse is with yours and bad alice's shootin' darts at our pictures.
damn i leave for a week and all hell breaks loose in my cyberhood...
may you have a wonderous time in Dallas. troy aickman married someone other than me. what a bum. i was available in the day... oh enough about me. pack wisely. benadryl bug stick i recommend...
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