What to Do, What to Do...
Today I was sitting alone at my desk, thinking about the way the world works. Not so much how it turns or how life seems to be oh-so-unfair, but more along the lines of something more trivial.
Crime dramas. I have yet to see anything on the FBI, yet the FBI is in every possible series as some sort of enemy. Why don't the FBI have a show? Or even the FCC? That might actually be funny to watch.
Anyway, besides television matters, I also had to wonder about the science of people. What causes a person to fly off the deep end, reveal secrets that should stay hidden, and have such a nice day, yet be so emotional and angry at home? I suppose, as I am a rather strange case, that I cannot and should not compare my life to another in this particular form of thought.
As I am one who is in need of some serious medication. Or maybe everyone else needs to chill? Hmm. I suppose it's how you look at it.
I've come to rediscover recently that I have regained a fondness for tomato soup. Why is this good? How did it come to be? Well, my father was kind enough to give me some cans of it, as I am a very poor, pathetic thing who will not be able to afford groceries until the week's end. It was either refuse and starve, or hope it's half-way edible for me.
And it was! Oh lo' and behold, it was delicious. Like liquid ketchup. <3
Crime dramas. I have yet to see anything on the FBI, yet the FBI is in every possible series as some sort of enemy. Why don't the FBI have a show? Or even the FCC? That might actually be funny to watch.
Anyway, besides television matters, I also had to wonder about the science of people. What causes a person to fly off the deep end, reveal secrets that should stay hidden, and have such a nice day, yet be so emotional and angry at home? I suppose, as I am a rather strange case, that I cannot and should not compare my life to another in this particular form of thought.
As I am one who is in need of some serious medication. Or maybe everyone else needs to chill? Hmm. I suppose it's how you look at it.
I've come to rediscover recently that I have regained a fondness for tomato soup. Why is this good? How did it come to be? Well, my father was kind enough to give me some cans of it, as I am a very poor, pathetic thing who will not be able to afford groceries until the week's end. It was either refuse and starve, or hope it's half-way edible for me.
And it was! Oh lo' and behold, it was delicious. Like liquid ketchup. <3