Kind Of Like Wandering

Did you know that I don't like writing?  Yes.  It's true.  I have never been a fan.  No wonder, you're probably thinking, you're no good at it so quit while you're ahead.  Yeah, well, I've never been much of a quitter; except when I'm tired of it, and don't want to any more, and when it hurts, and ok yeah, I'm a bit of a quitter at times.

I could quit right now.  This isn't exactly fun, I suppose.  Why am I keeping doing this?  I don't know.  Maybe because I have something I want to say and I'm hoping at some point it will just come out.  Maybe I want someone to like me.  Maybe I'm hoping that someone will see past the mess that routinely comes out of my head and see something worthwhile in there.  I don't know.  Hang on.  Karate Kid is on TV and I need to finish  watching it.  It's almost over.

Ok it's over.  Where was I?  Whatever, I don't know.  Maybe I should just write about not writing.  How about that for irony?  For anyone that doesn't know, I was home schooled.  We had this thing we did where we all wrote a story.  Everyone in my family contributed and we would take turns.  See, the first person would write a little of it.  then the next day someone else would write some, rinse and repeat until we were done.  I don't remember how the story went but it was an interesting little thing to see how it developed, each person adding their ideas and characters and events to the story.  Maybe we'll do it again some day, but not today.

Oh well, I better finish this up.  My wife's going to be calling in a bit to talk about whatever, I don't know.  The homes I looked at today will be part of it I'm sure in any case.  Thus concludes your completely unfunny edition of the sampling of Tony's grey matter.  I hope you weren't entertained. (insert funny saying or snippet of a joke here)