THE COMPUTER

I was walking across the dining room, into the kitchen when I heard a voice call,"Hey you, come here." I stopped in my tracks, looked around, nobody there. I started on."Hey," the voice said again. "I,m talking to you." I looked over. All I could see was the computer,"You talking to me I said" Well this is it for me I thought. I now am talking to a computer It seemed the computer screen got just a little brighter.. "What about your blog,"the somputer asked? I blinked, "What do you mean, what about my blog.." "You never edited it or published it today." I swear it sounded as if the computer whined. "What's it to you?" I snarled back. "I just didn't feel like it." The computer made a funny noise, I peered closer, moving in just a little. But not too close. After all computers don't talk to you every day. "I just don't understand," the computer whined again, "You took the time to write it, you said on there you would write every day and now you didn't" A catch in its throat. I moved one step closer. "Was that dang thing crying? I moved again and sat on the chair, but only on the edge. You never know what a talking computer might do. I cleared my throat, feeling just a little silly,. "I had a bad day," I tried to explain. The computer gave a lttle growl. "Where's the dang commitment you been talking about?" Now its voice got sarcastic. "You said for one year. Get your feelings hurt a little and there you go No blog.


I scooted back in the seat. "Hey, you peiece of junk. I didn't get my feelings hurt. I had a bad day. And just didn't edit it.. Thats it, all the story." I glared at it, just as mean as I could.. It wasn't good," I was whining now. The computer laughed. I swear it laughed. "Well you're no Hemingway, thats for sure, but its okay for a blog. "Watch it Buster," I growled. "Come on Honey," the computer coaxed. "Show for once you can finish something you start." I sighed and then took a deep breath.

So tomorrow my blog for this morning will be posted. My computer assures me I will do okay.

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