Deep Thoughts like that have earned me my toga and kept me out of a straitjacket.
If you’re prepared for the worst, then there’s always chocolate cake waiting. Remember that, and you’ll lead a somewhat happy life.
Being a Modern Philosopher is easy if you let the Deep Thoughts flow, don’t ever forget the importance of laughter, and always know the location of a good bakery.
And always do your best not to get chocolate all over your toga!
As my foreshadowing suggested, the day got off to a solid start. I did a 3 mile run without upsetting my slightly injured leg, texted the pretty lass who always knows how to put a smile on my face (even when it’s covered in sweat after a run), and managed to fill Zombie Car’s gas tank for only $27.50!
It seems like only last winter that it was costing me another $20 to put the tiger in the tank, so my wallet was quite happy with that receipt from the pump.
Even though I don’t like change, and I’ve taken an unhealthy interest in the reclusive lifestyle made famous by monks, hermits, and people on the run from the law, I set in motion plans that will certainly shake up my life in a month’s time.
I’m very excited about that.
Like I said, it was a good morning.
I, however, got stuck in the office to deal with the fallout. I felt like I was staring down into a quarry filled with thousands of walkers, and I could only think about one thing…
And, yes, Modern Philosophers, when I thought about CHOCOLATE CAKE!, it was always capitalized, in bold, and followed by an exclamation point.
I know that women often stereotype men as having a one track mind, and I had no problem playing directly into that stereotype today.
I was the conductor of an out of control train hurtling down a single track with only one destination in mind…
The Bakery Section of my local grocery store.
Sure, other desserts tempted my sweet tooth. Like this basket of whoopie pies. I probably could’ve inhaled them all right there in the store, but I prefer to do my comfort eating in the private luxury of The House on the Hill.
Did anyone else just freak out and realize that “de-stress” is just a slightly jumbled version of “desserts”?
Whoa! My Keanu Moment for sure, dude!
Good old Dr. Jekyll called in my prescription to the Bakery Department, so all I had to do was pick up my special meds on the way home.
Clearly, some other stressed out people got there first.
I wonder if Dr. Jekyll had written them prescriptions, too, or if they had simply decided to self-medicate.
I’m going to have a healthy dinner, watch a little TV, and hang out with the kitties.
Then I am going devour that chocolate cake like the world is about to end and the only way to save myself from the stress is to go into a sugar coma.
Hope you had a better day than mine, Modern Philosophers.
If not, Dr. Jekyll would be more than happy to prescribe some CHOCOLATE CAKE!