Got into a book last night and had a problem getting out of it. The aggravating parts are, it wasn't all that good of a book and now even after shaving I'm bushed. The shower, I hoped would be a good perk me up but the results there turned out to be only a huge wet down. With the roof that nature has manufactured to cover some of my incidentals, a come clean shower is a pretty good challenge. I've gotten enough experience in the exercise to know how to get cleaned all over so no problem. I only bring it up to have something to type about. No, not that. Bringing that up wouldn't result in much to type about at all. Anyway, when I suck in the roof of the added on shed to help enable a better cleaning job, the lungs get squeezed down so much that I've only got a short time to do what I need to do before I could pass out for lack of oxygen. Nah! Really, I get clean all over, but this morning it didn't do much to charge my get-up and go.
A shower or anything of the sort can only be a healthy influencer. Isn't that a deal? The happiness, sadness and all your get-up and go still depends on the happenings in your head. You and only you, control your world! Wow! Don't mean a thing if you don't have the swing.
I've always held that if you wait long enough or think about it longer you can always find some good. I waited till late to do this note and feel now that, much to my dismay, I have disproved the aforementioned holding.
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I do too know it! If bullshit was flowers you'd probably be sending me a thank you card for the bouquet.
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