BOOMBOOMBOOM A Penny for my Thoughts

This morning, my very first thought was “P-N-E-U-M-O-T-H-O-R-A-X.” That’s a collapsed lung. Why was that my very first thought?

I’ve been thinking a lot about stressful things, like exams and culminating and whatnot.

I’ve also been thinking about family similarities, and how alike and different people can be. Like how my three brothers and I are all very alike and very different at the same time.

This morning, my mother had a dream that woke her up because it was so weird. She dreamed that I came running into the house with a dead bird and was like “Dad! Dad! Look! What happened to this?” And she responded to it.

A shrink would have a blast with my family.

My mother’s afraid of hospitals and my uncle’s afraid of prescription drugs. Secretly my family is just full of conspiracy theorists. Except not really. Take that, Big Brother.

I’m not even making sense to myself anymore.

I don’t know where I stand on the whole cats vs. dogs thing. Why do I have to pick one? I like them both. Why can’t I pick both?

I like Coke, not Pepsi. There. I decided something.

We should get a typewriter.

NOSTALGIC FOR GARBAGE DESPERATE FOR TIME

I keep reading that off of Natalie’s screen recently. Like, all of Graphics. It’s part of the thing she’s doing. She’s a very talented individual.

I’m almost out of coffee. I need more coffee. COFFEECOFFEECOFFEE

I almost always have children’s music stuck in my head. And some not children’s music.

This morning my mother was passive aggressively blasting Limp Bizkit at the neighbours because they’re so loud.