What do you do when Blogger refuses to not only withhold your posts, but refuses to save drafts?
Move elsewhere.
Check.
Anyway.
I was clearing out my mobile phone messages the other day, to make way for bigger and better (no, just newer) text and voice messages, when I got through to my drafts folder.
There's always a sick sense of pending doom whenever I click to peruse the messages that never were — arcing up at people for petty little things, reminding housemates to feed the cat, etc. More often than not, I remember the moment I wrote said text messages, but either aborted the mission to:
a) start messaging anew, rephrased for bigger impact, or;
2) let my common sense kick in, realising that my text-message-to-be was going to be totally dumb.
Anyway, after all the half-arsed nostalgia, domesticity and silly text drafts were deleted, I found this tasty little nugget:
25/10/2005 11:49pm
Ignored by Beyonce and
Andrew Gaze because
they yelled at homeless
guy. Possums everywhere.
Almost haiku-like, I'm inclined to think that the scenario was this: I fell asleep. Had a dream about Beyonce, Andrew Gaze, homeless guy, and possums. Woke up. Couldn't find a pen, so text-drafted the memories from my dream into my phone.
Weird!
