You might think my daily job is to undermine the Daily Prompt. It isn’t.
You might think I hate the Daily Prompt because somehow, twice in two days, I’ve come up with a way to write about something completely unrelated.
The other day I ruined the Freudian Slips prompt and discussed how irate I am with this whole Freud concept.
The next day I wrote a poem about how I don’t notice solstice, whereas the prompt was about how I celebrate solstice. If that was the prompt.
Today, the prompt is sporting events. Sports are boring.