…ever stop to think…. and then forget to start up again?
how about the opposite? … some times i feel i think too much. other times i think i feel too much. some times i wonder if i think too much. other times i think i wonder too much.
it’s a strange feeling to realize you’re experiencing something you’re constantly aware of. thinking.
my brain is always going off somewhere. sometimes i can actually follow it. other times i have no clue as to what’s going on. my brain seems to have a mind of its own. possessed or something.
what am i thinking about right now? things i could be and would be doing if i didn’t have to work every day. of course, if i wasn’t working i’d be thinking about getting a job so i could have money to do the things i wanted and needed to do.
my eyes feel like they’re looking on the inside of my head instead of what’s on the outside; in front of me. and i slowly start to confuse myself as my winnie-the-pooh mug begins to chase the butterflies on my box of kleenex…
i think i need a change of scenery. gonna head out and indulge myself with a cup of coffee and peruse comicopia… deadline coming up soon…