|This is your brain on stream on consciousness|
I hiccup My hiccup My wife and daughter are going to see the movie Brave this afternoon. My son and I will be going stag for a few hours. We may take hiccup We may take a walk, although the temperature is supposed to be in the ninety-degree range. I like being out in weather like that, but it may not be too good for a three-year-old toddler who likes to run a lot. Perhaps I'll just strap him into the running stroller and go for a run. Yes, I'm crazy. I like hot weather running. I like to sweat. I like the sun and the humidity. It makes me feel like I've actually worked hard.
Tonight, my wife and I are entertaining a notary who's coming to our house to have us sign the final documents on our mortgage refinance. I'll be so glad to get that out of the way. I'm hoping it won't take more than a half hour. For some reason, signing my name on so many pieces of paper in succession makes me a little nervous. I have this fear that I hiccup
I really want to see the hiccup I really want to see Brave as well, but we couldn't get a babysitter for this afternoon. Plus, we really couldn't afford a babysitter. My wife and I drew straws, and I lost. I figure if the movie is any good, my daughter will want to see it again.
I am coming hiccup This may be the end of this post. I'm getting a little frustrated with the pauses today. I wish I had something more substantial to talk about. I have no new poem. Yet. I will be on a writing panel discussion on Sunday evening as part of the 2012 U. P. Book Tour. I'm sort of looking forward to that, although I'm sort of terrified at the same time. I believe Linda Nemec Foster is going to be on the panel with me, and that's a little intimidating. We'll see if I can hold my own or if I just sit there, stuttering and saying things like, "Me like poetry lots I do." That hiccup
Saint Marty has hiccup Saint hiccup Saint Marty hiccup Oh, screw it.