I think I see Pattern Here

Everyday, I wake up, worry about my back ache, think about quitting facebook, worry about my future, drink my tea, read the paper going straight to people section, then sports, then metro and op-eds, and front page, get my daughter in her underwear, think about quitting facebook, think about writing more, get my daughter a vitamin, make a pop tart, read people's status updates on facebook, check out huffington post, get annoyed with Republicans, listen to Dan Patrick, start a morning sesame street, stretch on the floor, head out for the day with my daughter, listen to music, think about quitting facebook, ponder my next move in online scrabble, think about writing more, damn I need to read a book too, sing nursery rhymes, ponder putting my daughter in preschool, should I buy some thinner socks? Dream about spin class, oh god am I getting fat? What should I cook tonight? I used to elevate the disc, damn I am old. I am quitting facebook, I just need to move to online scrabble, I want to be a Luddite, am I giving my daughter enough attention? I am so glad I am not having a second kid, I am a lucky mother fucker, oh god! am I getting fat? What if I get fat? Will have to buy new pants? What kind of pants should I buy? Why did I eat my daughter's cookie? The house is too cluttered, I need to do something with my life, I need to write more. I want to be a better cook, why is it so messy. I want a bigger kitchen, should I go back to work to get a bigger house? I used to be able to sprint, I hope I get enough exercise. What if I got sick? My back is feeling sore, I love fish oil, I should take shot of my sleepy time mix.....I need to stop this pattern, I am quitting facebook, I just need to play online scrabble. Oh god!

Issues

I have many issues which revolve around my clothing and footwear. It is sad as a 37 year-old man, I cannot pick out a pair of shoes or pants without obsessing prior, during, and after making a purchase. Clearly, I need to put more interesting things on my mind or else I will spend the rest of my life like I did the past twenty minutes, trying on shoes I bought last week, last year, and six years ago. I put them on barefoot, but that didn't feel quite right even though it worked fine for Albert Einstein, then with a thin sock, which I decided will be solution to my comfort quest. I am also waiting for my collaborators to send me a writing prompts so I don't bore people with my quirks. Not much more to say, so I'll stop now and I promise I won't put my shoes on again unless I am going outside. Thorry forever

We Begin

This is the beginning of brilliance. The start is never pretty or what you expect, that is why it is a freaking project. Our goal is to keep writing and sharing our thoughts and ideas with the two or three people who will actually read this blog. There may be short stories, vents about our kids and spouses, dramatic plays, or tons of writing diarrhea. This is the start-up, I will be inviting more folks to join this project, so keep checking us out cause the Margolian Project is about to blow-up--biatches.