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It’s another Thursday and I’m not happy to say…I’m bored. Like, off my rocker, bored. And I really shouldn’t be. I mean, this is me. Brianna shouldn’t get bored, but bored I get. Mama keeps asking what kind of board I am, and usually I’m just a 2×4, but here lately I feel like I’m stacks upon stacks of plywood. I shouldn’t never be that bored. It should be impossible for me. I am a writer. I should be off in some forgotten kingdom helping an unknown princess ascend the throne or some other such nonsense.

Wait, I don’t write princesses or fairy kingdoms. I write about fat, lazy tomcats with secrets and unnatural attachments to chocolate pudding. That’s where I excel. Humor. Sarcasm. Those are my security blankets when I’m writing. Or perhaps it’s just me and my weirdness. Whatever. I prefer to write goofy stuff rather than boring, serious stuff.

What does that have to do with me being bored you ask? I dunno. It just popped in my head and I wrote it down. Actually, I’m wondering how I can be bored all the time with that cat in my head all the time. He’s so crack up funny it’s insane. There should never be a dull moment when I wake up because he’s constantly on my mind. So I guess I should be asking him why he’s letting me get bored.

Oh, wait! I wouldn’t be so bored if I were chained to my desk. But since I have to actually come out of my room when I wake up to take care of mundane things, I don’t get to spend all of my time with my eyes glued to the computer screen. And that sucks. I’d much rather spend all day with Emrys than clean. He runs away when I have to clean. He’s a meany.

Anyhoo…I’m bored. And I think it’s his fault. He should know better than to abandon me when I need him the most. Blast your hide, Emrys! I’m gonna get you for this! Just you wait!

Brianna
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