Today was one of those days that should have been productive and ended up feeling like a toilet that won’t stop running–not really a problem, but clearly a waste. Somebody should fix that toilet, but since it’s not flooding the bathroom, who gives a shit?
I had all sorts of plans, big plans, to write something meaningful. Not just meaningful, but funny too. However, I spent all my meaningful and funny time reading up on “The West Wing” on Television Without Pity. It’s a seriously leaky toilet.
I could blame the fact that I had to go to the grocery store, which always makes me feel depressed. Instead of thinking, “Great, I’ve got some groceries, some peanut butter, to last a couple of days,” my brain wanders in this general direction: “If only I had been writing instead of buying this crap and trying to figure out what we’re going to eat for dinner three days from now, when who knows what I’ll really want, this might have been a good day.”
Basically, Eyeore buys all our food.
Which might explain the clover.
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