Wednesday Morning Random Thoughts
Wednesday Morning Random Thoughts
Random thoughts so far this week because I can't string together a coherent set of thoughts as far as the writing goes this week. Which sucks, if that's what you're trying to do with yourself.
You know what I hate? When you've got the day off, and you say to yourself: "Self, I'm gonna sleep late today." But apparently you don't get the message, and on your day off, you end up waking up at 6:30 on your day off. And no matter how hard you try to punch yourself back into blissful sleep, it just doesn't work. All you get is a black eye and a reason to tell people you fell down the stairs for the next week.
I'm not traveling anywhere for Thanksgiving. Work pretty much saw to that. It's probably a good thing. Because if there's anything I learned by looking through the extensive archives at a certain blog I've been writing for two years, it's that people don't know how to drive on the interstate.
We'll be eating at the BSTommy Compound. Just the traditional stuff. Turkey. Dressing. Sweet PoTayTows. Followed by the yearly reenactment of the Hard Boiled Egg eating bet in Cool Hand Luke.
Also, I've rectified the "No Dessert" thing. We's having the pumpkin pie. Because what is Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie? (Hint: Think a gallon jug of mayonnaise that's been left out in the trunk of your car on a hot July day, and you're almost there.)
Random thoughts so far this week because I can't string together a coherent set of thoughts as far as the writing goes this week. Which sucks, if that's what you're trying to do with yourself.
You know what I hate? When you've got the day off, and you say to yourself: "Self, I'm gonna sleep late today." But apparently you don't get the message, and on your day off, you end up waking up at 6:30 on your day off. And no matter how hard you try to punch yourself back into blissful sleep, it just doesn't work. All you get is a black eye and a reason to tell people you fell down the stairs for the next week.
I'm not traveling anywhere for Thanksgiving. Work pretty much saw to that. It's probably a good thing. Because if there's anything I learned by looking through the extensive archives at a certain blog I've been writing for two years, it's that people don't know how to drive on the interstate.
We'll be eating at the BSTommy Compound. Just the traditional stuff. Turkey. Dressing. Sweet PoTayTows. Followed by the yearly reenactment of the Hard Boiled Egg eating bet in Cool Hand Luke.
Also, I've rectified the "No Dessert" thing. We's having the pumpkin pie. Because what is Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie? (Hint: Think a gallon jug of mayonnaise that's been left out in the trunk of your car on a hot July day, and you're almost there.)
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