my fingers are on strike. they're not being very nice to me.
playing all the wrong notes. pushing the wrong buttons. feeling all funny..
no wait. that one's my tummy. it feels all wonked.
my brain's just thinking of feeling wonked and going on strike. cos see, that's what its supposed to do. think.
how queer. can you actually think of feeling something? aren't rational thought and feelings supposed to be two separate things?
right now. they're kinda bunking together. doin the sleepover thing. with the marshmallows, and pillowfights. and gossiping. what's a sleepover without gossiping. hah. i can just imagine Rational Thought in pink jammies with yellow bananas. Feelings.. hmm lime green nightgown with monkeys and..powder blue bunny slippers.
this is depressing.
i feel like having a banana. i feel like rambling on some more. i feel like talking to you. i feel like a giant doofus for blogging this.
does doofus come in plural form? cos Rational Thought and Feelings are doofi. D-O-O-F-I (doo-fye) i swear they are.
