Good morning. It is Monday. I am thinking I need to Get A Life.
I have no idea what that might mean.
I'm pretty sure it doesn't specifically involve laundry.
Maybe it would involve making a dress. I used to make dresses. Also, clothes for my children. With cloth and pattens and a sewing machine. Know what I'm talking about?
Or a skirt. I could probably make a skirt. Except that I'd have to put a tape measure around my waist. I don't think I could handle that. The reality might kill me.
So the Republicans are still at it, huh? Fuck them. They're so full of shit. They should go home and do their laundry and let the government carry on. They should make a skirt. Bill O'Reilly says that God told him to write a book about Jesus. Remember when God told Michele Bachmann to run for president? God has some wacky ideas.
So I just put in a load of laundry. For some reason, this has left me feeling still somewhat unfulfilled. Maybe I should start taking some of those elder classes. I could learn how to use a computer or speak Etruscan. Is Etruscan a language? See, if I took one of those classes, I might know. Or I could use my computer to find out. Maybe I should open a Twitter account. Maybe I should start arguments on Facebook. That seems like a fairly common way to get a life. Last week I got a friend request from someone I thought I was related to and I accepted it. I have come to realize that I have NO IDEA ON EARTH WHO THIS PERSON IS.
I need to get a life. Maybe God could tell me what to do. I just hope it doesn't involve writing a book about Jesus or running for president. If God tells me to do either of those things I'm going to have to respectfully decline.
I think right now God is telling me to take a walk in that He is not causing it to rain.
Elvis is telling me to let him out of the chicken coop. Elvis is far more straight-forward about his demands than God if you ask me.
Well, I'll let you know how it goes.