Spend to much time worrying about worrying...
The title of this post has nothing to do with what I am going to write here. Actually, I have no idea what I am going to write about, since I didn't really think about anything today, other then "When does this day gonna end??" I think it started off on the wrong foot due to the fact I fell asleep with the light and TV on. When I do that I can pretty much kiss off the next day. It isn't that I can't sleep with distractions (I have found I can pretty much sleep anywhere if I try hard enough). My dreams are affected by the infomercials that play late night. I think I had a dream about the little thunder ladder the other night. And, last night I think I learned I can become a real estate monster if I pay this guy $39.99 for his informational packet. It creates results! And, the houses I can buy are pink and swirly. And, there are naked girls running around. Then I can fall off a cliff. That's when I woke to my alarm screaming, light blaring, and some stupid entertainment news magazine claiming I should actually care for these damn, lame celebrities. As if they are important enough. Well, maybe not that important. The news-mag was on really early in the morning.
Life around here can be dull.
The above was a random thought.
The following is also a random thought.
I think I shall eat leftovers for dinner tonight. I am sure you don't care. I really don't care. I just find eating to be a real inconvenience. All that time and effort wasted on eating when I can waste all that time and effort on something really important like BLOGGING!!! Now, if they can develop a pill that has everything I need to sustain my day. I can use that time saved to do a whole bunch of other stuff. There's this couch behind me that could use some sitting on. There is a chair over there that could use the same. There's a bed over in the other room that could use some sleeping on... Forget the bed. The TV and light is on.
I learned today that I let too many pebbles interfere with the stones in my life. That's what the Franklin-Covey guy told me. If I just use a planner, I can get my life back on track and be a sharp saw. Yup! I also need to be proactive and proact with things in my life. I am not sure how to use this information yet. I like to sit back and let things ingest. Two years from now, I shall do what he says. I think that is what time it usually takes me to get my rear in gear after I ingest and incubate on new knowledge. After all, today? I started ... Oh, heck, I can't think of a joke here. Damn. I hate when that happens.
Well, the nuker says the leftover is done. I shall catch you all later.
Life around here can be dull.
The above was a random thought.
The following is also a random thought.
I think I shall eat leftovers for dinner tonight. I am sure you don't care. I really don't care. I just find eating to be a real inconvenience. All that time and effort wasted on eating when I can waste all that time and effort on something really important like BLOGGING!!! Now, if they can develop a pill that has everything I need to sustain my day. I can use that time saved to do a whole bunch of other stuff. There's this couch behind me that could use some sitting on. There is a chair over there that could use the same. There's a bed over in the other room that could use some sleeping on... Forget the bed. The TV and light is on.
I learned today that I let too many pebbles interfere with the stones in my life. That's what the Franklin-Covey guy told me. If I just use a planner, I can get my life back on track and be a sharp saw. Yup! I also need to be proactive and proact with things in my life. I am not sure how to use this information yet. I like to sit back and let things ingest. Two years from now, I shall do what he says. I think that is what time it usually takes me to get my rear in gear after I ingest and incubate on new knowledge. After all, today? I started ... Oh, heck, I can't think of a joke here. Damn. I hate when that happens.
Well, the nuker says the leftover is done. I shall catch you all later.
posted by "Just" Joe at 7:21 PM
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I hate that.
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