Poems and Pretense

I really don't feel like writing, but I don't quite feel like much else. Well, now I feel like eating ice cream.

I made an invitation flier today of which I am quite proud. Hopefully, it'll live up to my hopes.

Tomorrow is Wednesday! I'm not sure what I'm going to write for Werbel, and I really must write for Werbel. I believe he is now solid enough to survive, but he's moving too slowly even for me.

Plus, it's late, and I don't want to exert energy right now. I want to watch a movie. If someone were to invite me, I could even be inspired enough to go out to a movie. I would like to do so in general. I'm not even worried about a particular movie; I'd just like to go out for a night on the town as they say—but it wouldn't be a night on the town so much as a low-key outing.

Money is funny.

I haven't written a poem in such a long time! The silly ditty I made up for a random story sketch really doesn't count. Any sod can throw a few, cheap rhymes together. Not every sod can express powerful content with vivid imagery. I'll get there I suppose. The ditty is at least a stepping stone toward recovering my stifled craft.

I pick my nose.

I bet nearly no one drinks enough water. Humans are two-thirds water (or some such fraction). We don't take water seriously enough.

I HATE PRETENSE



I like naps; I don't take enough though.
I like Honey Smacks, which are really Sugar Smacks: "Kellogg's® Honey Smacks® cereal. Ingredients: Sugar, wheat, dextrose, honey, contains 2% or less of vegetable oil (hydrogenated or partially hydrogenated soybean), salt, caramel color, soy lecithin, BHT for freshness."

"Sugar Wheats—with a delicious touch of dextrose."

That's not the pretense about which I was talking though.

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