It's kind of like heading into some other room of the house with something specific in mind that you need/want to do/put away/clean/destroy and about 2 steps in that direction, something else equally as mundane and unimportant pops up and distracts you from your original task. By the time you finally remember you were going to reset the clock on the microwave....you've filed bills, cleaned the toilet, clipped your fingernails, alphabetized the bookshelf, had a glass of milk, bathed the dog and ate half a bag of licorice. Or at least that's how my mind works(doesn't work?) Except I rarely can remember back to whatever the original task was. Too much blinking....I'm pretty sure.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
For the Love of Random....
Blogging....wow....yeah....I'm not very good at it. I keep thinking of all these funny things I should try and remember to post later and.....VOILA! They're gone by the time I blink. Literally. Maybe if I stop blinking.....?
It's kind of like heading into some other room of the house with something specific in mind that you need/want to do/put away/clean/destroy and about 2 steps in that direction, something else equally as mundane and unimportant pops up and distracts you from your original task. By the time you finally remember you were going to reset the clock on the microwave....you've filed bills, cleaned the toilet, clipped your fingernails, alphabetized the bookshelf, had a glass of milk, bathed the dog and ate half a bag of licorice. Or at least that's how my mind works(doesn't work?) Except I rarely can remember back to whatever the original task was. Too much blinking....I'm pretty sure.
It's kind of like heading into some other room of the house with something specific in mind that you need/want to do/put away/clean/destroy and about 2 steps in that direction, something else equally as mundane and unimportant pops up and distracts you from your original task. By the time you finally remember you were going to reset the clock on the microwave....you've filed bills, cleaned the toilet, clipped your fingernails, alphabetized the bookshelf, had a glass of milk, bathed the dog and ate half a bag of licorice. Or at least that's how my mind works(doesn't work?) Except I rarely can remember back to whatever the original task was. Too much blinking....I'm pretty sure.
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2 donkamadoobers get it:
You don't even have a dog...:)
(gasp)i don't!? hmmmmm...i wonder who's dog it was then...no matter...it's clean now;0)
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