Death by Letter

Forget color by number. I give you... DEATH BY LETTER. Who was the control freak that invented the color by number idea anyway? "Hey kids, this hat should be red, those shoes should be green... NO! NO! NO! I said the shoes are green! The hat is red!! You've ruined everything!" Do you know what that kind of thing did to a kid who was already well on her way to being (or possibly even hardwired from birth to be) a rule-follower? Maybe I should have discussed that with my therapist...

So here I am. It's like that scene in Limitless where the letters fall from the ceiling all around Eddie Mora... except without the letters and far less typing because NZT doesn't exist. Also I'm on my couch, not at a very neat desk, wide awake right now trying my best to continue my challenge to write every day for an entire month, but there just aren't so many words available at this time of night.

In fact, my frustration over this sort of has me imagining someone not unlike Eddie Mora with those shiny letters raining down all around him... except he doesn't make out quite as well as Eddie in my little daydream...

Hey, looka that... he got an I in his eye. How very poetic.

Don't judge me. My brand new hair dryer didn't work this morning.