it'll be the hardest thing you've ever done.

quickly, why does the butt of a loaf of bread never get any love? you know what I mean? don't we all avoid it til we finally reach the bottom end of the butt? then what do you have? 2 butts. well, I changed that this morning. I embraced it. grabbed that end first off. PBJ goin' dominate my noon time. stop hatin' on the butt end of a loaf of bread, it's been working hard for years.

In the process of taking some advice. Class, raise your hands if you are under the age of, let's say 30-32. O.K., hands down. If you raised your hands, then there is a pretty good chance you don't have a lot of experience writing letters.

Nope,..email, texting, IM, and the like doesn't count. I'm talking about serious correspondence here. Sitting down, shut the idiot box off, (music is allowed) pen, paper, and thoughts. It'll be the hardest thing you've recently done. No backspace/delete, no spell check, no keyboard. I promise you, try it, and you'll feel like an 8 year old who hasn't taken his Ritalin. Life in the 40's wasn't as easy as we have it these days.

Of course the reason for this rant, is I've recently attempted this feat of equal parts patience and literary prowess. I took some advice, and am simply reporting back the results. Hopefully it will end up being beneficial in the end.

This is what a Migraine feels like. (grainy quality and all) Some little pain fairy flutters and flips around, obstructing my vision. She then slices part of my head off, and claims her little pain territory, not by pissing on my brain (that would just be insulting, and feel better than the pain) but by stabbing my brain with a little fairy flag. Sooner or later I get the courage and load a buck shot into a 12 gauge shot gun, and blow her back to fairy land, but by then the damage is done. Oh, modern medicine save me.