I wonder why birds’ feet don’t freeze in the winter?
What I mean to say is I want a bowl of cornflakes. I don’t really want a bowl of cornflakes; I want warm chocolate chip cookies, but I don’t have any of those and I’m trying not to eat much of that kind of stuff anyway.
My brain is done. It is connecting random firings of half-awake neurons and processing them without a time stamp.
Sounds like maybe it’s going postal. And it’s doing it to the soundtrack of little bits of songs to which I don’t know all the words. Not that that’s a hindrance in any way. I’ll just keep singing the same dozen words or so over and over again.
And over again.
I am going to eat rice krispies and watch youtube videos about how to pack a suitcase.
I figure I’ll be snoozing in no time flat.