Thursday, December 01, 2011
Just Call Me SuperChicken!
In, or out, of my super suit, I am basically super chicken.
Better than chicken supper, but still lacking in higher than average self-motivation, career skills, wherewithal, stamina, time management sense.
My train of thought frequently derails, and or has head-on collisions with ideas like these:
"The house is such a mess; I should get a baby goat."
"After this lasagna, I am going to learn yoga, and only eat celery. With peanut butter. And more lasagna."
"I should go on a walk, but not alone on the nature trail, which feels unsafe, so at the mall, but then I'll be in public and visible in my invisible way, which makes me feel insecure and self-aware, and besides I should really just go home and clean the entire house, which is impossible, because we are not tidy people. Hey, who ate all the lasagna?"
"If it snows, where will I put the chickens? Or the goat? It never snows here. I think I really could get a goat."
"Wasn't there something really important I needed to do today?"