It's noisy here. Way too noisy. The TV is blaring like a billion trumpets. The dog is gnawing her way through a dinosaur bone. The fish tank is buzzing like a hornet's nest. There is a high pitched whine coming from somewhere in my computer. Bob is sitting on the couch moving his eyeballs and breathing. The earth is turning. I just can't work with all this chaos around me!
I've been working a "real job" for a month now and it's finally starting to wear on me a bit. It's not the work itself or lack of time.. it's the noise that is starting to make me crazy. Everyone has their own way to recharge, some need exercise, or laughter, or artwork, or professional wrestling. I need silence. It doesn't have to be at a certain time or even for a specific length of time but it is essential to my peace of mind.
All of this complaining is my way of saying that I just can't calm myself down enough to write something tonight. I want so badly to write more than a lame post to satisfy my daily commitment but the words just buzz around in my head and refuse to form coherent sentences on the page. I have become a NaBloPoMoron. Yammering on about nothing at all... a bloggy mirror of my environment.