My Midnight Warrior

3 a.m. Lindy hears noise like someone came into their apartment. She waits and hears more noise, turns to awake her husband by the whispering of his name, "Brad." No response. "Brad!" Still no response. She shakes him gently, then more, then violently. Finally he awakes, "Wha?" "It sounds like someone is in the apartment. Go look." He finds his glasses, stumbles out of bed, bounces down the hallway walls, comes back with nothing to report. "It sounded like someone came in the door," She said. "Well! That was dangerous! You should have told me first!" Um. "'It sounds like someone is in the apartment' isn't enough warning?"


I love conversing with my husband in the wee hours of morning. I feel so safe!

Uninspired

Lately I have been utterly distraught with the fact that I'm not writing. It was always an outlet for me and quite enjoyable, to say the least.

Could it possibly be that my life has slimmed in interest, it's too full to pick apart the details, or I'm just plain boring?

Personally, I think the blogging community has changed. Facebook and Myspace have ruined our desires to follow one another. *Sigh*