there is no way that today is friday, because fridays are days of fun and not having to work at the laundromat. unfortunately, today is not a day of fun, it is a day of sitting and not doing anything. I miss the point sometimes and I am thinking a little bit too much. but you can’t stop thinking, can you? I think I did a meditation once where I was meant to not think, and every time you thought of something, you lost. you’d have to start it all over again.
I close my eyes too often.
a little, just a little.
maybe there’s a reasoning behind the ways things work. perhaps it is a mass of thought, a collective consciousness. but that wouldn’t balance out so well, that would seem, indeed, lame.
grumble grumble. 私のお腹がぺこぺこです. ぺこぺこ. ニャア〜.
everyone is away, I don’t know where they are. they vanish into the depths of my “what if’s” and I just sit here, humming silently to myself. I’m not quite sure how I hum silently, but I accomplished it, somehow.
I tap my foot a lot, but it’s not as bad as in high school. I would tap my damn foot all the time, especially during tests. while it probably distracted the other students, I could handle it, because I was chill. like the penguin. blah, how is it that I can recall information about beanie babies, yet I can’t remember what I had for breakfast last week? perhaps it has to do with the alignment of the planets; or the alignment of the moon. I used a semicolon improperly, but my hands don’t care anymore.
neither do they.