I’m beginning tonight’s post with the assumption that it will be a short one. Of course, I reserve the right to ramble on aimlessly about nothing and everything for the sole purpose of procrastinating.
You see, dear readers, I have a mountain of stuff to finish for tomorrow but delirium began setting in about an hour ago. It’s not that I’m terribly tired – in fact, I’d say I’m not even close to exhausted – but I have been staring at the computer and working some serious brain-thoughts all day.
Note: brain-thoughts are the most complex of all the thoughts. True story. You should write that down. It’s probably one of those scientific laws of science.
The delirium might also be a function of working in my condo. You see, after the great floods of 2012, doing anything in my condo is filled with just a touch of the sad.
Eating breakfast on my stairs? Sad.
Using a coffee table as chair for my makeshift workstation? Sad.
Eating leftover fries and gravy? Possibly sad.
Oh, they’re leftover from Saturday night you say - so sad.
But fear not dear readers; I’m not actually sad. Dinner did include bacon, and that’s always a happy thing. Granted, it was leftover bacon. But there was also pie. Peach, blueberry, and raspberry pie. And if that isn’t a giant slice of happy-in-pie-form, than I don’t know what is.
Although I realize now that it was my last piece of pie.
Maybe I am sad.