Always happens
While I’m idle at work, pacing around aimlessly, or catch someone doing something awesome, funny, or awkward, I always feel like blogging about it. Scribbling it away in some sort of record for me to look back at and laugh a little.
But once I sit down to get it down into blog or paper, it flutters away without a care in the world.
I wish I had a little gnome in my head to record the things I think of and upload it to the internet or jot it down into a tiny gnome notebook for me. I’d pay well, I think. And give him shelter.
