Blahdom...

Blahdom.. what happens when you are a dot surrounded by grey stuff on a white page.
Should I quit this page and start weaving?It'd at least be something to do!
Weaving? Maybe. Maybe it'd be good. Maybe I'd have a dog then.
And could I write about how my life might be wasted if I weave? Wasted from a point of view, of course.
Would I be happy? I'd be using my hands...
I'd be on another page and maybe the dot would be surrounded by another colour that I could choose.