I was going to write about my juice fast I’ve been on for four days. I say, I was, until I realized how I must be boring everyone with diet after diet.
I thought I’d write about my son, 18, who just graduated and has overnight turned into a horrible version of himself. More of the same, dull.
How about my bipolar II condition? Then I thought, do I capitalize the “b” in bipolar and do I use roman numerals for the “II” or the numeral “2”.
Obviously, sidetracked I started to write about my love of Adam Lambert and U2 (do you know I met Bono) (yes, yes, I did!). Adam’s next (dare to dream)!
I wrote about the silly predicaments I get myself into. For instance, I kept biting the inside of my lip every time I cheated and ate on the four day juice fast (Karma I think). It’s going to take at least four days to heal!
See, somehow I have written about all the same boring things, but I have come full circle. That makes me feel better, you know, finishing things.
