I decided against sending myself flowers this week - I sent them instead to the old lady up the road, who makes the most delicious carrot cake ever; who remembers my name even though she has Alzheimers; who is sweeter than sugar. I can always get my flowers next month, or the month after...or, whenever. In any case, I have a feeling, that the feeling of giving is better than the feeling of receiving - at least, in this instance.
I've been trying to get myself into the groove of studying - nothing gives. Distractions keep popping up everywhere: Timothy, coffee, the West Wing, my desk calendar, the rain...and then, there's the daydreaming. Unicorns; pi; little evil blue pixies...
You know what I was just thinking about? Peanut butter. I don't like it. I think it's because it was my staple lunch-meal in pre-school. It's too dry. It sticks to the pallet. It tastes like sandpaper coated in...well, peanut-flavoured-paste. That's exactly it. Not a fan of the peanut butter.
Or the peanut gallery for that matter.
This whole not-being-able-to-study business is not a good sign. Maybe, I need a lucky rabbits foot or something? Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not the superstitious type. What I need, is chocolate (or maybe, I just want that, really badly). Does that clarification make a difference?
I've been trying to get myself into the groove of studying - nothing gives. Distractions keep popping up everywhere: Timothy, coffee, the West Wing, my desk calendar, the rain...and then, there's the daydreaming. Unicorns; pi; little evil blue pixies...
You know what I was just thinking about? Peanut butter. I don't like it. I think it's because it was my staple lunch-meal in pre-school. It's too dry. It sticks to the pallet. It tastes like sandpaper coated in...well, peanut-flavoured-paste. That's exactly it. Not a fan of the peanut butter.
Or the peanut gallery for that matter.
This whole not-being-able-to-study business is not a good sign. Maybe, I need a lucky rabbits foot or something? Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not the superstitious type. What I need, is chocolate (or maybe, I just want that, really badly). Does that clarification make a difference?
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