Again

You may recognize this from The Room.

Something

There's something.

I Haven't Posted Anything

I haven't posted anything because I haven't thought of anything to post.  I'm here to post that I haven't posted anything and explain why that might be, though if I can explain was something that I should have thought about first, not as soon as I had typed the words that said that there was a reason that was explainable or even known.

The basic fact is I got me a "jorb" and for now it has killed any motivations I was holding onto for the sake of early rising and commitments to the body and soul, which take up the rest of the time of the day and who has time to say that something happened of note and that about it should be wrote some words attempting to explain what that thing is or was?

So not post, basically.

Dance Dammit!

The Silent Meow (rough draft)

Chapter 2

      It was three days later when he was allowed to leave the hospital once they finally had to admit after close observation that there was nothing wrong with him, which certainly seemed miraculous.  The doctor had simply prescribed some topical steroid for his flaky ears which he had a hard time convincing them had nothing to do with the accident.

     What was it with doctors these days and steroids?  It seemed the go-to remedy for any minor ailment.  Even his cat had been prescribed some in the form of drops for the weird malady that had arisen in one of his eyes.

     With this thought he rummaged through the dozens of torn bits of paper in his wallet to find his neighbor's number and ask them to feed his cat.  This was the only real issue with his being absent so long, other than work.  He called them too.

     Not long afterwards the female police officer handling his case stopped by to question him.  He had little to offer and unfortunately it seemed that it was the most.  No one had seen a thing and barely noticed the incident at all.  According to the officer after the offending driver had sped from the scene the next rolled up to the intersection and patiently waited for him to get the hell out of the road.  When that did not happen quickly enough they began to honk and shout, "Hey!" at him with no response.  It was then that a pedestrian, absorbed with their phone, tripped over him, took a picture of him with said phone, and finally called 911 at which time the driver simply went around.

     And that was it.  One of the most significant moments of his life just passed on by with the merest of note and little fanfare beyond the story he would tell again and again to those who would ask for it, though that was actually few.