Just not good ones and certainly not yesterday.
However, instead of being disgusted with the crappy weather, I decided to take full advantage and indulge in unabashed laziness. I didn’t even get dressed. I sat around in boxers eating Pecan Swirls all morning, Oreos all afternoon, Klondike bars all evening. By bedtime, my sweatshirt was mottled and stiff with chocolate stains, the couch was laminated with crumbs, and I had an ice cream headache the size of an igloo.
Clearly, I had a busy day. Too busy to do any real work, although I got up to answer the door when my neighbor stopped by with scones. Does that count? That should count. Half-assed, unfinished thoughts should count, too. They pass through my mind all the time and I usually ignore them, but when you’re desperate, they come in pretty damn handy.
Herewith, yesterday’s output:
℘ Paramedics arrive in firetrucks with hoses, not ambulances with stretchers. Why?
℘ Mirror neurons are not really mirrors.
℘ Why is haircut singular? Even Homer Simpson has three.
℘ Visible matter makes up only 5% of our universe. Don’t speculate about the other 95.
℘ I is capitalized; why not you or me or they or us?
℘ On start-up, my computer wails like the Tilt-A-Whirl (it’s the dvd drive, I think).
There, see? Even with all the chewing and swallowing yesterday, my brain churned on, cranking out dumb ideas like a Pez dispenser. There were some others, too, mostly about getting up, but I dismissed those immediately. Come on, get up? In the midst of a food binge?
Jeez, where do these things come from?
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