There are a great number of you from many various countries that keep checking this blog. I know, I see the numbers. I must ask, what is it you’re looking for? Why do you keep returning? It isn’t like I have any great secrets or discoveries, in fact, my ramblings are simply that, just gibberish. On a scale of 1 to 100, this blog must be about a D-. Hardly good for an after-school special. My poetry is about as lame as my humor, and many of my stories sit quietly unfinished. Those that I do go back and complete can only be read by checking them again. There are no visible indicators that they are now complete. Not at all user friendly.
Some of you have figured out that I manipulate the date and time on these posts. I do that because we are not allowed access to this system after lights-out. I can do this as long as I have a pack of cigarettes to give to the guard in control of the power station for this sector. And I never put anything in here that can be traced back to me.
With respect to the unfinished
stories, there is a reason. They tend to
stagger the bed checks, which means, I never know when they might come walking
in. Whenever I hear them, I immediately
shut the system down and hope they don’t walk over to feel if it is warm. So far, I’ve been lucky.
On that note, it’s time to go.
Zc
1 comment:
I hate your unfinished stories! Have you not heard of a flashlight? A tent of your covers? Go under your bed! Kids know this stuff and parents are always fooled...................mostly.
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