watch out for the... blog!

A strong force pulled me towards my laptop. I sat down. The moment I answered on a reaction I had gotten on my last post, I felt something within me rising, bubbling up to the surface. It was screaming to get out.

It wanted to be free.

But I knew I had to accept it, analyze it, fully understand it before I could let it out. I had to figure out first what it would do to the world, to anyone who would bump into it, how it would affect them.

 I knew it's freedom would cost me time.Did I have time? I certainly did not, but I gave in.

It felt like a race against the clock. My fingers quickly moved, as they can, upon my keyboard.

The pendulum didn't slow it's pace. The clock kept ticking the minutes away. My time was running up.

'Prewrite, freewrite, rewrite.' Knowledge, put into practice. I read ones that when it's written , it's alive.

There was still a lot that I had to change about it, still so much left on my mind, but I had to go, now!

I shut down my laptop, grabbed my bag, jumped down the stairs, taking two steps at once and ran out the door. I ran to where I left my bike, or thought I did. 

My bike wasn't there. For a minute I stood there, puzzled. Where did my bike go? I slightly started to panic. It took me a few seconds to remember that I had left it at the bus stop. 

I had no choice and started running.

Suddenly, I stopped. This weird feeling sneaked up on me. Something was wrong. I had forgotten something: my phone. 'Shit.' I reached into my bag. My big bag, that usually contains my whole life, that I always carry around. It wasn't there. My first thought was : One day without my phone won't hurt me. But then I realized it most definitely would. It would hurt my wallet. I did not only forget my phone, but together with it, I also forgot my public transport chip card.

And a student without her public transport chip card is like.... a waste of money. And I had no money to waste. I had to go back.

When I entered the house I realized something else had slipped my mind, my clothes in the washing machine. I ran to the washing machine, took the wet bundle out, run up the stairs and threw them on my couch.

Lucky me. My phone was nowhere to be found. I started walking around in circles, in my room. Think woman, think, I said to myself.

I searched in my bathroom, in my cabins, on my table and where not. I finally realized  that it could be on my bed. And there it was, lying next to my pillow, where it had been lying since I woke up. 

When I arrive at work I will tell the truth and nothing but the truth, I thought while approaching the building where I had to work for the next four hours, cause everything I say can and will be used against me.

I decided to  be honest and tell them that I was attacked. 

Something big attacked me. A monster took control of my body, my mind and soul. I was attacked by the BLOG! No, not the blob, cause they would never believe that, but by the blog at clear day.

And that ladies and gentlemen is why I was late.