10:41p.m. Googled yoga and ended up on Wikipedia reading about Joseph Merrick, aka The Elephant Man (Dr. Treves called him “John”, no one knows why, or at least not that I’ve discovered so far)…WHERE IS THE CHARDONNAY!
10:43p.m. Poor John/Joseph. It’s even worse than the movie let on.
10:49p.m. David Lynch! How could I have forgotten it was him? Ooo–glass of wine almost didn’t make it back to bookshelf as set it dowon. Down.
11:02p.m. Wait—STEVE JOBS IS DEAD!!!
11:03p.m. Waaa—first John/Joseph Merrick. Now Steve Jobs!!! So young. Not fair. Waaa!
11:21p.m. How much ARE ipads? Will Google Target.
1130p.m. Found chocolate Swiss rolls in the pantry. Consumed before derriere made it back to armchair. Did not mean to rhyme…Oh, Steve.
11:31p.m. Aaaaaand no milk. STeve!
11:52p.m. So—My Left Foot—over 20 years later and I still can’t get through it.
11:54p.m. Where have all the Facebooker’s gone? What is WRONG with people? That’s it. Will post LOL just to spine Zuckerface. Spite.l Wot? IDK. Steve.
11:??p.m. We’re out of popcorn. Shhhhh…Steve. STevE. O steve. And E Man. Crying. Sort of. I have a PC. Shhh…
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Ha! This is funny. How tempting it is to google all the things you were googling. But then I’d never get to sleep tonight, and I’d be a total jerk in the morning. I might be a total jerk anyway, but at least I won’t be able to blame it on the internet, or you.
My avoiding-writing looks a lot like computer solitaire right now. It isn’t even fun anymore, but for some reason I’m stuck.
You know–perhaps playing Solitaire is giving your subconscious time to rev up. That’s what beachwalks do for me. I think. Just wish I lived closer to the beach……….!