A few of my first thoughts in the morning, before caffeine...
How many more hours until bedtime?
Why hasn't quantum mechanics and bad haircuts been combined to explain the existence of parallel universes. Coz I'm tellin' ya, that self-righteous bitch with the scissors can't possibly be living in the same plane of existence as me.
Nearly every act of murder was done for the love of something.
Should the mirror look into me?
I should stop wallowing in western philosophy and wasting time wondering if the glass is half full or half empty. Maybe I ought to be glad I had something to put in it in the first place.
Those people who consciously choose NOT to get to know me, I'm quite certain they'd rather spend more time with a hundred dollar bill, than with me. One statement can conveniently sum up my reaction, their outlook on life and actual world we live in. "Sad but true".
The news is bad, or else it probably wouldn't be on the news. The weather calls for freezing rain and it pisses me off that mother nature can't make up her mind again. My favorite team lost but at least they're all getting paid well for it. Very well. They are so unlike me, but I love them. On the bright side, once I've clocked out of work I can enjoy my four hours of democracy. That may be extended to ten hours should I lie awake with insomnia contemplating the things my boss will make me do tomorrow. The speck of I-wonder-what-it-is on my computer screen fascinates me simply because I realize I'm so bored with the world.
Writing is a nature walk for the soul. Each time you go out it is different, because mother nature hasn't made up her mind again. Hell neither have I. Perhaps I'll take the path less traveled. Again. Maybe I'll take the "high" road. It's cold down in the hollow.
A voice in my head keeps telling me I'm just gonna have to listen to psychological bullshit all day.
I am quite certain this day will have an ironic end to it.
...I "NEED" coffee.