Rising Chaos and Chocolate Milk

I haven't written in so long! (It's probably only been like three days since the last time, but it feels like months.)
Although, I almost always write. I have this little pocket notebook that I carry around forever. It's my bit of writing sustenance when I'm in dire need.

I didn't even Werbel this week. (Yes, Werbel is a verb because I decided it to be so.) I felt some kinda distracted. I was productive that day though: I did laundry and cleaned out my car.

Also, I need to write a poem. Also, I need to play the guitar more. Also, I like flamenco guitar. Also, I hate the christiany chords. Also, I need to learn another language. Also, I didn't rearrange the tupperware cupboard for my mother like I said I would – but it wasn't going to turn out like I was told it would anyway. Allegedly, we were going to set aside the non-uniform items to give those away when people would take things home, and we would keep the Rubbermaid items so that matching lids to bottoms would be simple.

Many moons ago, we bought a lovely, uniform Rubbermaid set. I was invited to tidy away the old, non-matching ones and replace them with practical, orderly, new ones. As it turns out, they were just going to be mixed together. Lo and behold, chaos reigned and order was nowhere to be found.

Maybe to a reduced to degree, I expect the same will happen. That's ok.

In other news...

Never mind. Don't get me started. Don't get me started.

In other other news, Elder Scrolls Online is pretty anticlimactic. Don't get me started on that either.

That's why I have to write fiction books: there are many, wonderful arguments that could be debated scientifically, but logic isn't very popular lately.

In other news, in two hundred years of "enlightenment," our presidents have gone from speaking roughly at a 10th-grade level to speaking roughly at a 7th-grade level.

Pretense is exhausting.

Don't get me started.

I like chocolate milk a lot. When we lived in Hilltown, there was a dairy farm right near us. They sold the most glorious chocolate milk I have ever tasted. Plus, it came in these huge jugs: probably less than a gallon but close enough to last a while. If you took the glass jugs back, you could get a discount on the next chocolate milk purchase.

Beautiful stuff.