Addict

The Husband has left for work and the kid is sleeping. The 17 year old beast that has been INCESSANTLY howling as if she were in heat all night - ALL NIGHT - is still at it. There are things that I must do to ensure a seamles and on-time transition from home to daycare to school this morning. However, the computer has been calling my name for days and days and days. Ever since I wrote about my 10 Minute Hall Pass yesterday, I can't get the possible sentences to stop prancing along the place in my mind where imagine things that could have, would have, or should have been. It's kinda scary, this need, this urge, this desire to write. And here I am, after saying I wouldn't, writing in secrecy. Just like a junkie.