No fair! McSwain! posted a snippet as well and she's getting better love and fawning than I am. Do I have to remind y'all again that I know where you live? (Well, I don’t know where all of you live, but I, as always, assume that most of those daily visits showing up on my stats come from spammers or something.)

Okay, so McSwain! is a better writer than I am. Who cares? This isn't about quality, it's about whoring yourself out for gain. (Based on what I've reaped so far, I'm thinking it's good I didn't choose a life on the streets. I'd have starved.)

Be warned...the stuff I picked out to follow the first effort is both longer and considerably worse than that bland snippet I posted. The punishment will continue until the feedback increases. Get the hint?

The problem with my friends and loved ones is that y'all lack moral and ethical flexibility. How much work would it have been to post a couple of extra comments under made-up names? Sheesh. I have to do all the work.

(Yes, I know it's only been twelve hours. I don't care. I have at least four more hours to fill today until my one-and-only Work-Related Project. I have to do something to pass the time and abusing my friends is what appeals to me today.)

Tonight is Class Night, but I won't go on and on about it. Suffice to say that tonight begins Round Two and Teacher has promised we'll be doing more advanced work. I tremble...much of what we did this last round was so far beyond me that I was buying a book every week to teach me how to do what was necessary to complete the assignments.

Many people might say, "Hey! If it's all that much work, why don't you take a less-advanced class?" But, me? I say if you're going to do something, you should stretch yourself to the max. No point in doing what's within your grasp. You have to reach for genius.

I don't know why I say that. I talk to myself that way sometimes. Usually when I'm slouched into a chair, eating potato chips and pretending I'm about to bounce up and actually Do Something with my life.

Some people fantasize about being in the Olympics. Or running for public office. Or saving a life. Me, I fantasize about getting through one day where I don't fail to live up to my own expectations of me.

That's what I like about drawing (and, yes, it does occur to me that I promised not to go on and on and now I'm going on and on). My standards for what I think I should be able to accomplish are pretty low.

But you should Do Something with your life, I do believe that. Everyone should have at least one Awfully Big Adventure in their life.

Me, I've had a lot of little adventures, but I sometimes fantasize about one Awfully Big Adventure.

Like the current Powerball Jackpot (for which I did, for once, remember to purchase a ticket). I frequently fantasize about what I'd do with my half of a $340,000,000 jackpot.* Can you imagine the satisfaction if your "job" in life was to create and fund work-study, scholarship, and opportunity programs for people? Makes the head spin....

(* The R.C. gets the other half and at the moment it's her intent to buy an island in a temperate zone and put up a big fence to keep the world out because she's very busy and stressed at work these days and what she really wants out of her life is to live it without other people around.) (Me, I'm not moving anywhere there's no shopping.)

Pondering this entry, I find myself wondering if reading silliness like this is preferable to scarring your psyche with the dregs of my writing years or if you'd rather sprain your brains around my fictional prose than my stream-of-consciousness life prose? I don't know that I care deeply because it's my blog and I'll post whatever I want and not even my nearest and dearest are expected (and I frequently remind you) to read it, but I do ponder it.

Mostly, though, I'm regretting that I wasn't unavailable when the Mountain Man showed up half an hour ago. Granted, I put all of the goodies I purchased into the kitchen to be shared by everyone in the office, but the dark chocolate almond bark is whispering temptation to me.

I mean, I'd like a drink of cold water, but I'd have to walk past the chocolate to get to the refrigerator and I'm not sure I'm up to the challenge.