digital thought of the day

I am what I write?
If this is true then I’m in trouble, I’d like to think there’s more to me than just being vogon. I mean seriously I am not even really, indigenously vogon, but I think, therefore I am. Strange how this voice came to me, or how I was possessed by this inability to talk without injecting some kind of a tragic sense of humor into my speech, tragic because number one, it’s not really funny, number two, I’m not really trying to be funny, it just sorta happens. This is how I communicate, when I’m left to myself, unsupervised. I also like to eat paper from time to time, when I think nobody is watching. I dunno, maybe this is a passing phase, every writer goes through it? I imagine at some point in his life, Truman Capote wrote the early drafts of his novel in a pink bunny suit, just to get a feel of what a pink, furry, hunted bunny must feel like. I am sure, although I am really not, that Earnest Hemingway must’ve practiced being the big fish in his bathtub before sitting on his desk, ears still red from too much flapping, subsequently, writing what was to become The Old man and the sea. Where does this leave me? is this my training ground for my future battle? am I now, writing what is to become the legendary early drafts of my award winning, turned teevee movie on the hallmark channel, afterschoool special all proceeds go to charity of the vain but insane, cautionary tale of a masterpiece called diary of a madwoman, turned vogon, on the way to recovery, but first let’ s blast into space, & eat some ducks. a trilogy in one.
………kewl.