Grass

[raven]

"There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to do, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with."

Sad words. Sad words from a sad raven. I'm not bored, I'm restless. I don't want to sit still, I don't want to go anywhere, I don't want to do anything. It's a beautiful day, but there's so many people out that I don't want to go the beach. It's a classic "the grass is always greener on the other side" mentality. I want to do something, I don't want to do anything... it's sunny and I wish it were raining, and if it were raining I'd pray for sun.
Today, I have:

• Read To Kill a Mocking bird... again.
  
• Read the Sunday Times cover to cover... again.
  
• Ordered that book I wantedm and...
  
• Nothing else.
  
  
  My life sucks. What a strikingly orignal statement I have just made. And I call myself a writer. Crap. I can't even write today.