Twice in one day

Hello again. I know twice in one day; what am I becoming a blogger or something? Anyway I have to admit something. I haven't been writing at all. Shocking, I know. I rolled on the floor weeping insanely as well. Not letters, poems, short stories, lists, nothing. My brain has been turning to mush. It's disgusting - I'm ashamed of myself. However, I wrote three lines last night and so I think I am on the road to recovery. I thought once I started writing it would gush forth from me like the waters of a great river only to find its a trickling. Maybe even a dripping. Yes, I am dripping words. Not gushing. dripping. It came after a long bike ride to the bridge, down the hill of great joy (which I call the hill of great doom when I have to walk up it again to get home) past the rollar blader (I didn't think people did that anymore) under the uneasy bridge, past the bronze man on the bench and to the great white sundial. I sat and watched the river. Then I came home. Now I guess I'm a blogger. I don't know how I feel about that.