6 July 2003

Crazy, Maybe

(Charles yawns, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen)

Hmmmm.

Oh, um, hi. Right. Have you ever thought about writing something completely stream of consciousness. Conshusness. Con-shussssh-ness. Ness. Yeah. Nor have I. But I can't think of stuff to put on the site. Well, site-worthy stuff. Gosh, I'm hungry.

Maybe an apple would be good right now.

I thought about going to the store earlier, but then I went down the wrong street, and didn't really want to wait for the red lights between me and the grocery. Pears in a can sounded good. And maybe some Ovaltine—I need fresh milk. I think my milk expired yesterday.

I think the longest I ever kept expired milk was about a month afterwards. That's lazy. Really lazy.

Shareef don't like it! And the grocery store has got ramen. Maybe I could just eat oatmeal, but I bought expensive oatmeal that takes forever to cook. Aaaargh, Irish.

I can see my eyelashes if I pay enough attention. Blink. ...And they're off, in the blink-off of the century. First goes the left, then the right, wow, it's a photo finish. Why does my nose sniffle right now? Hmmm. It's all in my face. My brain is right behind my face. And my ears are next to that.

I guess I thought that would be more fun that it really was. Well, back to your classic structured Derpsite! programming with this lively Sunday afternoon feature which I like to call "The Postal Mark Face."