I got a guy's phone number because I was sitting in a lefty desk and ended up inadvertantly leaning against the guy's arm for the entire class in my attempt to write. Neat.
Ate a Hot Pocket with a fork and knife and corn on the side. I totally defeated the quick/convenient/unhealthy point of the Hot Pocket.
Her: "Did we just budge?"
Me: "Yes. We're awful people. Eat your ice cream."
Saw an excerpt from one of my own pieces on Protagonize and didn't recognize it. The phrase was "My poem is from the perspective of a rock".
I keep a stack of index cards by my bed for any ideas I get during the night. I then fold those cards and neatly pack them in a shoebox. I just cracked open the shoebox.
- "Welcome Wagon Assassin"
- "potato gun man will save everyone!"
- "he had a bump on his nose which he told me was for holding his glasses"
- "the idling engine of fate"
- "There is no way of noblely sitting in a chicken"
- "I do not want a toaster"
Obviously some of my ideas are better than others.
Spent two hours in the grocery store. We danced, played with toys, and tried on Halloween costumes. I also bought some toaster strudels.
Philosophical Insight XIV:
Some people expend a tremendous amount of energy to be normal.