It was to be expected

Yes, it is January 2nd. I figured it would be, seeing as yesterday was the first. I looked at yesterday’s post, by the way, and see that I used a wrong verb tense, quite probably because I altered my sentence and didn’t proofread. One of my many faults. Well, so be it. I may actually go and open the edit section and change it or I may not. A dratted chore, dontcha know.

I suspect whatever higher powers may be did not like that attitude, because when I took a drink of cola, it tickled the back of my throat and it was all I could do to keep it from spraying across the keyboard as my reflex kicked in – or spat out, as it were.

And so, what now? Well, I don’t know; I’m sort of blah with not even a hint of the idea of a fresh start, a resolution, a determination to put my nose to the grindstone and just get on with it. I believe this could proof to be a problem, one that down the road could lead to my being in tears, gasping through sobs how sorry I am to have been so irresponsible, lazy, unmotivated, whatever.

That was an uplifting thought . . . but that sarcasm did not have a motivating effect. Goodness. I am at a loss. Have I tried entering one of my other latent potential personalities yet? Might be a bit risky, not to mention being assumed to be dementia by those around me. Who IS this nice person? Obviously, doctor, she’s gone round the bend. Then again, there might not be another personality, which is stretching my imagination as does physics. Is the cat dead yet? Sorry, inside joke with Der Bingle.

Well, tomorrow is the third and maybe three is the charm.