i am a lazy blogger.
i have a lot i could blog about, but i would rather just avoid typing about them.
i fear that i am becoming old and boring.
so while sitting in court thinking about how lazy i have become, i was playing with a rubber band.
arguments are going back and forth over a repeat offender.
we have a different judge sitting on the bench.
a court room full of people.
my bladder is full.
i am bad at blogging.
next thing i know, the rubber band goes flying out of my hands in the middle of a sheriff testifying to what he had witnessed.
i look around. i laugh at first, but realize i am being recorded. so i try to play it cool. making sure that no one really noticed my stupid move.
a voice in my head asks me when i am going to grow up... at that same time i take another rubber band and begin to play with it. i hope i still have some crunch berries.