I, Daniel Ester, am tired. These are my thoughts after five years of studying something that is apparently useless and unnecessary to one's existence.
I am tired of wallowing in a life that swirls around on a figurative spindle with no results.
I am tired of smelling smoke of bratwurst wafting from that neighbor who lives just below my apartment. Can't he grill a steak now and then.
I am tired of blaring music from another neighbor above me from Trinidad.
I am tired of big boob blonde neighbor across the hall, who parades around in the courtyard, wearing her latest purchases from Victoria's Secret. Actually, I don't mind that part at all, being a red-blooded American male with a strong libido.
I am tired of that toothless codger with knobby knees on first floor apartment ogling the blonde as she struts around applying sunscreen.
Dammit,
I am just plain tired of it all.
In fact, I may move out of Mom's basement when graduation comes for me to get my degree in historical studies, with a focus on ancient Sumerian society...
...like that is going to get me a job, that comes with a paycheck? But I hear Lowe's is hiring someone who can read stuff and follow directions. I can handle that, I think.
The underlined words are Wednesday Words from 2016. The Wed. Words are the creation of a now retired blogger named Delores. She handed this writing off to other bloggers when her computer gave up. The new finder-of-words is River and she has a creative mind...
Do pop over to her site and join the Wed. Word Challenges.
I often go back to previously posted blogs. These are always re-written and changed because I have changed as a writer. So if you shrug off my posts, please grant me a pass. I have been diagnosed with Parkinson's and my hands are fighting my fingers.
