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How do you get in the mood?

Some days I think I’ve taken the art of procrastination to new heights. Then I just put off thinking about how well I do at it at times.

One of the benchmarks for living is doing what needs to be done first.

Prioritizing is everything.

But what if the sun goes down and you only have so many bales of hay?

That’s probably not an issue unless you’re a farmer.

Your logic is not the same as mine.

First mention in this blog of a lyric in a song that received way too much air play when I was a kid:

“There are times when a woman has to say what’s on her mind. Even though she knows how much it’s gonna hurt.”—Mary MacGregor Torn Between Two Lovers

Even though I love radio, some days back then it was sorely lacking in terms of what I liked. It was called pop music. Some of it should have popped right off the radio for good if you ask me.

Every time I get out of bed I am thankful for another day upright but also wonder how delicious it would be to just get under the covers and sleep some more.

Football may be a great distraction but I have not been as interested this year. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s not that I don’t like it anymore, it just seems pretty “meh” to me this year.

At what point will we run out of original Facebook statuses? That is, when will Facebook statuses start to repeat themselves as all the original ones have been used? Could it happen?

I thought I saw someone repeat they had a ham sandwich today, when they put that as their status last Friday. Perhaps this status repeat thing is already afoot.

When dogs have accidents inside the house, things can get pretty messy.

I remember in school when some kids would say certain studies would make their brains hurt.

That was probably when they were having their first actual headaches.

Was I a bad kid for eating junior mints when I was a freshman?

Never mind life…nonsense comes at you hard.

Don’t think so? Keep reading.

Gibberish comes at you hard, too.

One smart fellow he felt smart, two smart fellows they felt smart, three smart fellows, they all felt smart.

Say “toy boat” over and over again.

I have a high nonsense tolerance, but I don’t suffer fools lightly.

Forget vitamins or having them on wheels…we need meals in a pill. It would just be so much easier.

Feel free to take that idea and run with it.

What constitutes a reasonable amount of clutter?

Many couples tout how much they have in common, but I think agreeing to disagree repeatedly shows a real ability as a couple to connect on things you just don’t see eye to eye on.

Computer memory and data storage capacity are like money and good looks: you can never have enough.

In addition to makeup, there should be make-down for those times when you are trying to bring out your facial lowlights.

Much like a disputed call in a football game, would you opt to put certain moments of your life under review by referees to determine if the “play on the field” stands?

There is absolutely, positively, not a single profound thing to be found in this post.

One of the beauties of blogging is how ugly it can be.

What are you in the mood for?

How about ice cream?

No? How do you get in the mood for ice cream?

Has it ever been explained? Like does anybody feel jogging around the block six times on a Friday creates just the right mood for a sundae?

What about mood music?

Ooh spooky.

How are you doing?

If someone replies, lousy, do you try to move on and past them as quickly as possible before they can elaborate?

Don’t bring me down, man

I mean it. Don’t bring me down.

Wrecked ‘em, hell…damn near killed him!

How about talk radio for mimes?

Move along now folks. Nothing left to see or hear, here.

Here here!

Are you in the mood yet?

 

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