Try as I might, lead knees keep me from rising off the steel-infested ground. The loud clamors of righteous monkeys proclaim the apocalypse upon us, for righteous monkeys always worry about such things. Why do I insist on rolling balls uphill?

Meaningless words pass the time before sleep. “Yuk it up now for tomorrow waits, crouched beneath the hedges, ready to spring at the notice of a moment.” I hate those damn tomorrows and their silly hedges.

The cold weather has again chased away the ants. I found one this evening, but as I swooped with my wadded-up toilet paper to capture her, she scurried under my big-screen TV. As I lie here, typing senseless words to cover senseless thoughts, I keep looking over to my TV, hoping that she surrenders her waiting game and peeks out of the darkened crevice beneath the TV. The toilet water awaits her.

My renewed interest in the gym is about to end. My new gym buddy won’t work out (oh, the puns just kill me!). It’s not that he refuses to work out, it’s that our schedules and interest don’t coincide. We had the let’s-be-friends talk today. It was mutual. What that means, however, is that chicken-legs David is here to stay for a bit longer.

It’s too early to sleep. I’m out of Netflixed movies, which means I have to find other pursuits to pass the time. With Doolies in China, I have to entertain myself. Waiting out the ant isn’t gratifying. It would be if I knew she didn’t escape up and over the wall behind my TV. They’re sneaky, these flying ants are. If I knew she was still there, I could feel as if I might win this contest. As it is now, I have a feeling she somehow managed to burrow a hole through my rug and into the nest that I’m sure swarms beneath or above my house.

I’m going to call it a night. “The time, doctor?” “9:32pm” I did more editing of wringinhair.com, but I’m stuck cleaning up the first part instead of finishing the second part. I do that when I don’t want to actually write. I’ll reedit the same parts until I suck all life from the prose. Not that there was much life to begin with. I’ll rewrite the second half hopefully tomorrow. It’s been a while since I’ve edited and proclaimed a short story finished.