I Used To Be Funny

Well…I’m up much later than I need to be. I could’ve gotten in bed at 11:00. But, Nooo; I had to stay up and diddle-daddle around. Now, I’m stuck with a good 40 pages to read from Writing Ethnographic Fieldnotes for my Advanced Composition class.

One thing I’ve been thinking about lately is my writing here in this little blog area. I just seemed to have lost my touch. I used to think I had this kind of witty humor that made my oh-so-avid readers laugh out loud in their dark room at two in the morning. But, I don’t know. I think I’ve lost something along the way. I write here, too often (yet not quite enough), about nothing. Maybe I write about something. But it’s terribly boring. And it drives me quite mad, sometimes, looking at the words spread across the computer screen. I need to get my laughter-arousing side back. To tell you the truth, I think it’s the lack of sleep I get. Back when I was really funny I’d be up—Somewhere between the hours of 4:00 to 7:00 in the morning—typing away, deliriously I might add, about useless things in my useless world. However, I had sleep. I just done most of it during the late morning hours or the early evening hours. I was never as tired as I am now, because my body knew that it would eventually get its sufficient amount of sleep. Now, it knows nothing of the sort.

Oh…

The good ol’ days. The times when I could just blabber on about nothing. The times when I could pop out a quick rhyme and post it for my buddy Skip to see.

I had something to say then…

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