I have pledged to write two hundred words as part of my #WriteChain pledge.
Two.
Hundred.
Words.
I suppose I could phone it in and call that “technically” good.
I’m just not into it tonight.
I could end up writing two hundred words about my lack of ambition and motivation.
I don’t think Reince Priebus is updating his blog with a whole lot of enthusiasm tonight.
I wouldn’t think the Mooch would have a whole lot positive to say about his wife leaving him tonight, either.
I’ have broken the ninety-word threshold.
It’s kind of sad. I make a pledge, and I’m willing to write word upon word, building ridiculous sentence one upon the other to create ridiculous paragraphs.
I’m just not that motivated.
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It’s Friday night.
Man…. I remember Friday nights when I was younger. Lisa and I would have out standing Friday night date.
Good times.
And now I’m watching a few robots battling each other, chunks of metal flying inside an enclosed gladiatorial arena.
I thought maybe my wife and kids would get into it. Some, a little… others, not so much.
Now I think about my descendants reading this, wondering, “Hey, Grampa Bob! What’s up? This is the best you can do?”
No, it;s probably not the best I can do.
I’ll try to do better next time.
In the meantime, try and go a day without saying anything mean. And study for your college admission exams. Grades matter.
Love you.
Peace y’all.
