Apology

Okay...so the whole 'Update Schedule' kinda totally fell through. On the plus side I can probably count on one hand the number of people who read this. So yeah...not a big deal. Nevertheless I apologize if I got any one's hopes up. Doubtful as that may be.

Planetary Ninja Shift

As you may have noticed I didn't post Friday like I said I would. I didn't even post Saturday or Sunday with some lame apology that nobody really cares about.
Do you know why? I bet you can't guess.

I was attacked by ninjas!

There I was, last Thursday, at home minding my own business. It was getting late so I went to my room. I was going to read for a few minutes and then crash. Gambit (my cat) came up stairs with me and headed straight to his food dish. I smiled at him and then turned to close my door. There was a little resistance so I pushed harder and the door shut with an audible 'click'.
I turned around and took two steps before there was a sharp pain at the back of my head. Air whooshed in my ears and my sight went static. I had the vague sense of falling before my eyes rolled back, and my world went black. I don't remember hitting the floor.
When I came to I was in a wooden construct. It looked more like a lodge than anything else. A small one, but still a lodge. I tried to stand but was hampered by rough cords tying me to a chair. I sat still, for lack of any other options, and tried to figure out what happened.
Before too long a ninja (a ninja!) showed up. He (or she, hard to tell with the masks) brought me some food and untied my arms. Then (s)he left. I was a little surprised not to mention put out, but I was hungry. I tried to resist the urge to eat, what if the food was drugged? Eventually I succumbed. Shortly after finishing the food the ninja came back and took it away. To my surprise (s)he didn't tie me up again. Not that it mattered really, I had no idea where I was.
After what felt like hours, which in reality could have been a few minutes, a cloaked stranger entered the room. He (I was pretty sure this one was male) motioned me to follow him. Having nothing better to do, and dying of boredom as was, I stood and began to walk after his retreating form.
We left the lodge and walked through and out of a ninja complex. After walking for a long time (my legs felt like jello, breathing hurt, and I was sweating profusely) my escort stopped and turned to me.
"I can send you home but this world will always have a claim on you. You will never be the same as before." His voice was deep, and rough.
"What do you mean?" I demanded, shaken, "How long have I been here?"
He was silent a moment before answering, "Four of your worlds days will have passed before you return."
I was stunned, it would be Monday before I got home?
As if sensing my thoughts the cloaked man nodded, "It is not an easy journey. Sleep now, and you will awake in your own lodgings."
I didn't ask how or why, I merely let my exhaustion roll over me like a fog.
I awoke, Monday morning, today, at around 6 am. I rolled over, thinking to myself 'What a strange dream'. As I completed a leisurely stretch something beside me fluttered to the ground. My brow knotted in confusion. I didn't remember going to bed with anything. I picked up the piece of worn parchment which had been stained in black ink with the words: You will never be the same.

Okay so obviously this is just a story. I got lazy Friday and Saturday, and didn't even turn my computer on yesterday. But it was a fun story to write. I think I may continue with it sometimes. Anyway, take care all. I'll try to write on Wednesday.

Scars

Going back to Country music for a short moment I would like to bring to your attention that not all Country songs are about dead horses, dogs that ran away, wives that left, and trucks that won’t start. This song I’d like you to listen to, or at least look up the lyrics to, is poignant. I can empathize with this song, or rather, it feels as this song empathizes with me (not possible I know but it’s a fairly accurate description of my life at the moment).
I’ll just include the chorus. I don’t claim this song, and all rights belong to the Road Hammers. (Please don’t sue me; I don’t have any money.)

Chorus for ‘I’ve Got The Scars To Prove It’ by the Road Hammers:

I ran on whiskey, I burned like gas, I went too far, I went too fast
I’d light a fire, just to walk right through it

Busted bones, dreams and tears, tattoo my heart like souvenirs
Love is just a word till you go through it, I’ve got the scars to prove it

So obviously not all this reflects my life but some does, and I’m gaining my own ‘scars’. I’m willing to bet (a dozen cookies) that you all have your own ‘scars’.
Have a good day. See you all Friday.

Un-Blog

I know I said I’d whip up something good for you all (which is probably not as many as I make it sound like), however, I don’t have anything interesting to write about and I still haven’t gotten any feedback. (Oops, run on sentence…)
I could probably fake my way through another music genre blog but I don’t really feel like it. I could complain about my life but it’s going pretty well actually. I could talk about my cat, but my dad already makes to many ‘crazy cat lady’ jokes for my liking. I could dredge up one of my old poems but I think you guys deserve more than that.
So…what to write?
Okay honestly, I’m tired. It’s Sunday night (as I’m writing this) and I had an 8 ½ hour shift at work today. I’ve been awake for 16 hours but it feels more like 20 or 30. I’m going to go to sleep and hope I dream something inspirational because if I don’t this is all I post today…Monday.
Okay no inspiration struck, and I don’t have a lot of time, since I’m trying to keep my cat from either electrocuting himself or wreaking my stuff.

Moving: All Moved In

So I just found out that getting my cat his shots is going to cost about $100. This leaves me approximately $40 until my next paycheck, next week. That has to cover food, soap, etc. It'll be tight but I think I can manage it.
Sorry this wasn't a more interesting post. I'll cook something good up for Monday.