tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934519182219247262009-02-21T08:39:17.418-08:00Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14698772095673140124noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593451918221924726.post-80512423146387946332008-05-13T07:43:00.000-07:002008-05-13T07:45:14.469-07:002008-05-13T07:45:14.469-07:00Oh woe is me! Here I sit in my cell and time is ticking oh-so-slowly by�?� My captors often come to my cell to hand me more �??work�?? to do. They don�??t know that I know this �??work�?? is completely pointless and I am accomplishing nothing �?? something that is horrible torture for me. My fellow inmates squabble over the weakest accommodations. Who gets the cell by the window? Who gets the chair that doesn�??t squeak? The monotony is broken up only by my imagination�?� I imagine that my cell is actually a portal to another world were I am free off all inhibitions and I can wander at my leisure in forests and grassy plains, through streams and on beaches. I don�??t have a uniform to wear; I don�??t have a care in the world. Money is meaningless in this world and my home is a library with a large cozy chair next to a fire place where I can snuggle up and read for however long I want. Much as I love my dreams reality hits me like an ice cube down my back. Here come my captors with more �??work�?? to do. And I have to follow them to the �??conference room.�?? What can this mean? Will they set me free? Will they finally do me in? Please sir, take these shackles off of my brain, let my creativity soar!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ItWasTheBest/worstOfTimes/~4/ezfPOdaEWvo" height="1" width="1"/>Jaclynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14698772095673140124noreply@blogger.com1http://bestworstjvo.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-588-of-my-captivity.html