Hello, a lot to talk about today so we shall dive right in. I get home from work and the first thing I see when I walk in the door is my mother blubbering on the reals. So of course I panic cause well I thought something terrible had when really all that happened was she had a bad day and a dead pigeon on our lawn threw it over the edge. Mr. Birdie laid sprawled out on our lawn almost as if he was mid-flight and crash landed. My immediate fault was technical difficulties but it appear both engines were intact and there was no real body damage to the craft. I am not sure what brought Mr. Birdie down butone thing can be certain that was the last landing he will ever make. The only one willing to touch him was me so I was the mortuary for the day. Upon further inspection I noticed he was wearing an anklet that had some form of a serial number on it... Robot spies. I must say their technology has increased over time, he indeed looked very real. I buried Mr. Birdie at 6:29.45.
I fashioned him a small burial site behind a flower bed near a leaf that looked like heart that almost seems to fuse with his bamboo tomb"stone". RIP Mr. Birdie. Again, I spent most of my day putting up tags at the store over 500 today. AHHH. I feel cross eyed! The perk was I got a little rolling workstation that I like to call my Moss Covered Three Handled Family Gradunza from the Cat in the Hat, If you remember the cartoon version I sure do. Of course on one in the store has seen it so I felt like a cheese ball singing the song up and down the isles, yet I continued.
Sometimes I wake up from these dreams that the floor of my room drops out and to the theme of Stanley Kubrick's Space Odyssey I fall thousands of feet to the earth. All I can do the whole time is lie completely flat and just stare at the sky till I smash into the ground. I can see clouds as I go by and the occasional bird. One time I actually hit a plane and spun all the way down, that was the only time I've ever seen the ground. When I make it all the way down and watch as my bed is leveled by the impact I think about all the things I could have done to make this wreckage at least less. I always forget I had no control over my body. I lay there still among twisted metal of my bed frame, other miscellaneous body damage and all I can think is- This is all my fault. Great way to start a day.
Last blog, I think, I mentioned the bit about how you have friends in the past you will never talk to again. Well, I thought about how that really should not be true, it just seems kind of negative so to help my conscience and out of curiosity I texted three old friends today. Responses: 0 for 3... theres always tomorrow. I think that the possibility of phone switches is high so I won't read into it much.
I noticed that mostly girls are giving feedback on my blog and I'm not really sure what that means, not saying that that is bad I'm just curious. I would really like to know what you think about the blog and a lot of people comment on my Facebook status I post for each blog post I have, which is fine. I could use some sleep. Goodnight everyone, hope your Tuesday doesn't play tricks on you... When I'm president I'm going to get rid of Tuesday as my only law. Oh well. Thanks.
-ToDD
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