Apparently I have garlic breath. Not something that normally bothers me, take a tic tac, mask it, and be done. Sadly, no tic tacs available, and though I do have minted gum, not sure how much that will help.
Brushing hasn't nor has mouthwash. Its one of those things most people tend to ignore, but of course, there are oddities to anyone, really. It drives Sarah crazy (in a bad way), so I'm stuck in this point where I can't kiss her, hold her, or face her face to face due to my breath.
It'll pass. I imagine a large part of it is the fact that my idea of hydrating yesterday was one swallow of H2O. Nothing to flush the bacteria out of my mouth/system.
I feel more and more the want to write. I'm just one piece of inspiration away. I know its there, somewhere. Just begging to be set on fire. It has to be, because if it isn't, I'm going to explode with these ideas and they'll wither and die in a fire of indifference.
I often get tunes caught in my head, and attach words to them. Its something I've done for years, it is very rare that they ever get copied down, recorded, written out, etc... After all, they are random. Usually in the shower, or before bed. Time when a computer has no relevance.
The past couple months, I've kept my mp3 player, which has a recorder, next to the bed. The intention of recording down thoughts, ideas, maybe even voicing a story fragment so I could write it down, as often before sleep takes me, that is what comes to mind.
I haven't had any such luck with that as of late. What I have had, however, was something to use, when I'm alone in bed, and those tunes come in randomly, something to record them.
Only one has survived my itchy deleting finger. Its a soft, sad, haunting melody, that makes me close my eyes as I listen to it. Its hard to describe in full, and the words escape my mind even as the tune enters.... I'm unsure if its something I would ever wish to share, though being one who will never hide something, I will not deny her if she asks me to hear it.
Ah well.... Drinking water, and off to do some dailies in WoW before figuring out what else to do today, hopefully with her, if my breath is not too foul.
Cheers,
The Zodiak
PS
See? This is what happens when I write every day, I end up writing frivolous stuff.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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