Really? Tonight?

Credit: Diane deGroat

So, it's only Wednesday night, too early to be worried about #fridayflash.

Because I always write flash on Thursday night. Don't you?

But then I realized I'm going camping tomorrow morning. To a place with no cell service and therefore no internet.

Huh, I said to myself.

Does that mean I have to write a story tonight?

But I haven't even got an idea yet... well, sort of an idea... but does an idea constitute an entire story?

Huh, I said to myself,

And hey, the American Idol results show is on tonight.

Can I write a story around the American Idol time frame?

Huh, I said to myself.

And I have to phone my mother and my kids before I go, because I won't be talking to them for four days. Can I phone my mother and my kids and watch American Idol and finish packing and write a story?

Hell, I don't know.

Well, actually I do.

I wrote one.

Whether or not it's worth a hill of beans is really up to you.

By the way, since I will be in the middle of nowhere, I won't be reading and commenting on any flash, either. I do promise I'll be back with clear eyes on Sunday night, ready to see what everyone is up to.

I hope I don't miss much.

I do hope that Lynda and Mark and CJ post a flash. Lynda is just new and Mark is almost new and CJ has been too busy working out to bother writing. But I do miss her stories and I hope she throws one into the ring.

I hope Mom finishes her quilt.

I hope the boys have a great weekend and do more than play video games.

I hope that Peggy has a wonderful writerly time in New York City. Lucky broad. And I also hope she wins that writing competition she's been busy with.

I hope Laura writes about Death and Chronos again.

I hope Laurita and Alan don't think I've been smoking something for writing weird comments on their blog and I sincerely hope Alan's dog is not dead.

I hope Kat gets over that mysterious and evil man she's been blogging about lately. Either that or he comes to his senses and gets back with that sexy woman.

I hope Deb writes lots of funny things about anal husbands and funny golden labs named Lucy.
I hope Lou and Carrie and Liz get feeling better. 

I hope Anthony gets to come out of the basement once in a while and John makes it out of the bathroom.

I hope Mark does well in his speaking engagement.

I hope Aaron makes out ok with all those pot-licking kids.

I hope everyone at work doesn't miss me too, too much, even though I am rather indispensable.

I hope Vic's key works. I hope Leah finds lots of typos in Jason's ads.

I hope the ants piss off.

And I most sincerely hope me and Dave catch lots of big fish.

Oh, I also hope he's not asleep yet.

Good-night everyone. Sleep tight. And don't let the bed bugs bite, ok?