Time once again for the journal
Ahhh...once again, another day of nothing. Anyone can do something with their day, but to do absolutely nothing takes skill. You did it Mike. There ain't nothing like...nothing. Oh sure, maybe I did go places...kinda. And say I did kinda do stuff. But in the end, isn't that the most nothing you can do? The answer, is no. And by no, I mean, yes, which is a negative. I'm stopping now. I rarely confuse myself...but when I do, that's when I know to stop. Oh! Here's a story I need to tell you all! Okay, so I'm picking up some dry cleaning. So the girl gets my jacket, and I pay or it... yadda yadda yadda. Then she hangs it up, you know, as I paid for it. Then she gives me the, "Have a nice day." Then, get this, then she says, "Don't forget your coat." Don't forget my coat? What kinda of person goes to the dry cleaners to pick up a coat, then forgets it? It was a total bash to my intelligence! Forget my coat? How could I forget it? Does she think that I would just walk into some dry cleaners place, leave money, then leave? So as I was leaving, I had a feeling. Upon further thought of the situation, I had...um...almost forgotten the jacket on the way out. But one must wonder! Would I have forgotten the jacket, if she didn't make me think that I could have forgotten the jacket? If she said nothing at all, would it have made all the difference? I don't know! How dare she make me question my intelligence! But then again, if that experience had never happened...what else would I have to write about? This is some serious Matrix crap here. Wow, there really is no spoon. All right, I fried my own brain enough for one night. Later fellow people!