My Mind is Mush: Too Much TV

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Too Much TV

Can mush one's mind. My mind is so mushed I can't think of anything to write. Yet, here I go telling the world, potentially, that my mind is mushed. And, do you think the world cares?

Certainly not.

I have nothing more of value to add to this blog today.

- Swish

2 comments:

neverenoughtime said...: The world may not care, the world will go on without the knowledge that my mind is melting into the oblivion and taking all my creative thoughts with it..BUT there is hope...keep blogging me and slowly my creativeness may emerge once again. It's therapy to carry on an adult conversation daily. Swish, you will understand soon. I personally can't wait to see your beautiful new life arrive. They are precious, so innocent and full of LIFE. See my blog today....but they can drain you of all your energy :-) Love, Jen/neverenoughtime; March 29, 2007 at 5:04 AM
neverenoughtime said...: Oh, by the way...Get off that couch, turn the TV off and read a book in Sunny Central Park. After all, you will be leaving the grand city soon. Enjoy the remaining time you have with it. Jen/neverenoughtime; March 29, 2007 at 7:31 AM

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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Too Much TV

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