Why is it that you can do pretty much the same thing for two days in a row, get up at the same time, do chores and get outside for some excersize, go to bed at the same time. And yet, one morning you wake up feeling refreshed and ready to change the world, and the next day you are walking around with your eyes half closed, bumping into the furniture. It's as if your head is filled with cotton balls and your eyes are raisins with glue in the cracks. (The preceding was written about 7:20 AM, now however it is after noon.) Eventually the gluey eyeballs pass, the cotton balls are replaced with synaptic egg noodles (which are much better for thinking with than cotton balls) and the day is filled with gottadoo which is not some strange form of animal feces but the list of things you gotta do, before your day is done. So in a few brief minutes we shall be heading out the door to our next task/appointment/thingamabob and this moment of introspection will be gone forever.
Except of course for reading later on if we so desire. Gotta go, ciao for now.
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