I’ve been trying to think of a topic to post about but something happened to my brain, Peanuts. All my thoughts seemed to have settled to the bottom of my brain leaving me officially devoid of thought.
And take it from me, there’s nothing more boring than having one’s brain as empty as a keg of lager at a 5 a.m. frat party.
Not that Peanuts is an expert on frat parties. Peanuts only knows what Peanuts has managed to observe through the stained-glass window of the church rectory, but you get my point, I’m feeling dull, uninspired and totally bored with myself.
Which is so weird because I normally lead such a madcap, whirling dervish existence!
Usually, I never know WHAT I’m going to do next!
For instance, sometimes I’ll go to the grocery store to buy a tub of tapioca pudding and then, for no apparent reason, I’ll suddenly go flat-out wackadoodle, and say “Screw that!”
Next thing you know, I’m pulling into a Reserved for Frozen Yogurt Customer’s Only parking space!
And god only knows WHAT KIND OF TOPPING I’M GOING TO CHOOSE!
Sometimes, when I pick up that scoop for the chocolate sprinkles, I’ll suddenly decide “Sprinkles be hanged!”
And then, I’ll haphazardly as all get out set down that chocolate sprinkles scoop and I’ll reach, instead, for the scoop in the container labeled Mochi! That’s right. You read that correctly: MOCHI!
It’s from Japan. It means “sticky rice cake” in Japanese. So putting mochi on my yogurt in the United States of America is — by my calculations — equivalent to the excitement of eating a big huge bowl of sticky rice at a sidewalk cafe in downtown Tokyo while wearing nothing but a sleeveless cotton top and a pair of lightweight capris in the midst of a chilly breeze that kicks up during the pregnant pause just seconds before Godzilla snatches me up and eats me on his way to the local university to eat an entire frat party.
So you see that’s the kind of madcap whirling dervishness that normally makes my blog bubble with excitement.
So until Peanuts gets back online, I’m going to have to resign myself to the fact that the act of posting may produce somewhat mixed results. Oh I’ll succeed alright, but I may have to add a “k” in there somewhere.
Until next time . . . I love you