June 24, 2002
Writer's Block
I used to write a lot when I was younger. I did it out of boredom half the time, and as a way to escape reality the other half. Now, as I have grown up, I never write anymore, and that's a shame. My teachers always thought that I was good at it and that I had something to say. I was thinking about that this weekend, and I wonder if I could find my muse again. (Sorry, Doll, couldn't resist.) It used to be fun to express myself in words and to create images with language instead of paint or musical notes. In fact, I always assumed that I would end up being a writer or novelist. I knew that I couldn't work in corporate America, a fact that I still assert, but hardly ressemble. But that was when I thought I had ideas. That was when writing was the only way I could hide from growing up. I don't need to hide anymore, and I'm not bored often enough, either. Well, at work I am bored all the time...whatever. Just thought I'd share.
Went to Cache Creek Indian Casino and Bingo with Phyllis on Saturday. It was interesting for sure. Hundreds of Vegas-style casino slot machines. A few card tables. OK buffet...they had enormous cookies, though. Biggest cookies I've seen in a long time. Out in the sticks. Two hours from SF. Hot as fuck. And a rough crowd. Had to do it at least once. Didn't gamble. Probably won't go back. Vegas is for me. God, I love Las Vegas.
*Sigh*
And while I'm sitting at work, bored off my ass, not writing what I should be writing, I'm listening to Listen.com. Don't know why that's important, but it's cool.
