weird.

wagging antennaes

There are often moments where a deluge of half-baked, addling thoughts drown my brain, leaving my fingers restlessly drumming, tapping on any surface, ghost-transcribing.

And then I open up a word document. or draw up a virtual yellow (or purple, depending on the mood) post-it on my desktop. I wait.

Nothing.
I wait.
Still nothing.
So I sigh, tap my fingers asdf-;lkj a few times and click "x."

I've finally decided to just start something and see. Who knows where this will go. If it will go. I'm going to be an amoeba and shapelessly muck around and have my antennaes wagging.