Nov 12: Ramblings of my mind
Keep meaning to spend a lot of time and give you my next deep, insightful, thought prevoking chapter. But, it's after 10 pm and I have to work tomorrow. And, of course, I'm tired. And it took me about 3 minutes to decide on the word 'chapter' as an end to that statement. Doesn't bode well. So instead, let me treat you to some of the ramblings that come to me when I'm driving along coming home. It would be a better use of commuting time to talk to some of you, but when I get tired my concentration starts to get affected, and the back roads are very twisty. If I'm at all distracted it affects my driving. Therefore, no phone calls. Instead my mind just rambles. Not totally clear to you? Here's a sample....
"Boy, I feel really out of it. This 'pump-head' stuff sucks. Being on cardiac bypass has been shown to hasten the onset of Alzheimer's. I am so screwed. My mind used to work. Now it's like an altered state of mind. Isn't an 'altered state of mind' supposed to be fun? Isn't that what all those things like LSD and crack and cocaine and all are supposed to give you? Yeah--never tried any of them. I was afraid they might do something weird to me. So, avoiding them didn't seem to keep weird away, did it? Is is too late to start? An 'altered state' sounds pretty good right about now. Have I been missing out on the good stuff for years? OK, so which one would be the best? LSD? Crack? Ecstasy? That one sounds the most appealing. But LSD is supposed to be a real hoot. So, where do you get that stuff? Could I just pick a corner in Philly? Could I just casually saunter up and 'do a deal'? And, trying to be practical, could I trust the stuff to not be cut with something really bad, like rat poison? Oh, yeah, I already take that! Of course, I'm not known for having the best luck. Luck. Not really great. Someone said to me years ago that if it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all. Of course, he didn't either--died of a heart attack when he was in his 50's. Well, I beat him to the punch: HA! So, street corner in Philly. Me. No luck. I'd manage to find the one corner that narcotics was doing an undercover sting operation. So, no happy altered state and the proud new owner of a felony drug charge. And I probably wouldn't like prison. Especially since the rat poison makes me bruise so easily. OK, let's ditch that idea. Traffic sucks tonight. Boy, I feel really out of it...."
Scary, isn't it?
More later--really. It'll be good--I promise! Laurie
"Boy, I feel really out of it. This 'pump-head' stuff sucks. Being on cardiac bypass has been shown to hasten the onset of Alzheimer's. I am so screwed. My mind used to work. Now it's like an altered state of mind. Isn't an 'altered state of mind' supposed to be fun? Isn't that what all those things like LSD and crack and cocaine and all are supposed to give you? Yeah--never tried any of them. I was afraid they might do something weird to me. So, avoiding them didn't seem to keep weird away, did it? Is is too late to start? An 'altered state' sounds pretty good right about now. Have I been missing out on the good stuff for years? OK, so which one would be the best? LSD? Crack? Ecstasy? That one sounds the most appealing. But LSD is supposed to be a real hoot. So, where do you get that stuff? Could I just pick a corner in Philly? Could I just casually saunter up and 'do a deal'? And, trying to be practical, could I trust the stuff to not be cut with something really bad, like rat poison? Oh, yeah, I already take that! Of course, I'm not known for having the best luck. Luck. Not really great. Someone said to me years ago that if it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all. Of course, he didn't either--died of a heart attack when he was in his 50's. Well, I beat him to the punch: HA! So, street corner in Philly. Me. No luck. I'd manage to find the one corner that narcotics was doing an undercover sting operation. So, no happy altered state and the proud new owner of a felony drug charge. And I probably wouldn't like prison. Especially since the rat poison makes me bruise so easily. OK, let's ditch that idea. Traffic sucks tonight. Boy, I feel really out of it...."
Scary, isn't it?
More later--really. It'll be good--I promise! Laurie
posted by Laurie @ 10:03 PM
2 Comments:
At 5:58 PM,
Anonymous said…
Laurie,
you are to funny.. and why is it I can see you having that conversation with yourself!
If you don't post before have a great Thanksgiving... We are thankful that you are still with us and still entertaining us, and making us laugh.
Deneen
At 8:14 AM,
Katie said…
I have the same kind of streams of thought while trying to fall asleep at night. It usually results in me saying to Matt, "Hey, do you think rat poison would kill me?" And, then he will sternly tell me to "go to sleep". But that won't be the end of it. Since I don't want him to think I'm crazy, I'll re-tell the story so he knows WHY I am asking such a thing. To which he will respond, "go to sleep!"
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