Wednesday, January 4, 2012

yet again

I laid awake last night composing novels of gibberish in my head. My legs were too tired to get my body up to make note of all my Brilliant Ideas, so now they are lost to the web of unreliable synapses in my noggin.

2 comments:

Petit fleur said...

I HATE when that happens! You need a voice activated tape recorder... or maybe one of those phones that does, you know, everything!

cheers,
pf

Murr Brewster said...

I have a voice recorder by my bed. Because I'm always thinking of the perfect line and it's gone by morning. Sadly, I never push the right buttons in the dark. I'd probably be okay if I got a recorder that looked like a vibrator.