I can't think of a thing to say
craftiness eludes me
no craft with words
no verve for writing
ennui appeared on my crossword puzzle this morning
like an omen
oh what to do with myself today?
Paperwork, of which I have an awful lot?
My tax payments bounced egads what is going to happen to me now?
A lawyer sent me 50 pages for my perusal
Yeah right, like I'm gonna read those
Too late! Already have! Made notes in the margins and all
then left the pages 120 miles away
so I have to do it all again.
There's another 50 pages to be done for the surrogate's court.
Get your will written today, because all kinds of shit happens to the living if you die and you haven't told the government who should get your monies, no matter how obvious that is. I feel harassed about this actually.
My dog is harassing my cat
one of them anyway
the one that kind of enjoys being harassed
not the one that doesn't
She's watching from the sidelines
probably hoping one or the other of them gets hurt
This is my entry to 
I must have started and stopped writing for this prompt half a dozen times. I finally tried to write nonsense, and, as always when I try to write nonsense, a good bit of sense came out.
