3 things I have that I don’t really need bothering me eventually:
… my tonsils, my appendix, and my conscience.
note: I’m still waiting for that ice cream, jello, and no school payday!
… stupid tonsils.
double note: my appendix bothers me … what the hell did it used to do? “Scientists aren’t really studying the appendix in apes, wombats, and some rodents.” (wiki)
What about the other rodents????
“The most common explanation is that the human appendix is a vestigial structure which has lost its original function.”
So that’s what Procol Harum was singing about!
“But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestigial virgins
who were leaving for the coast”
quadruple note: I thought I had nothing tonight, but this thought came through the door with me when I came home. Some milk came through the door with me too, but I put that in the fridge: I won’t share that.
quintuple note: I talk like I write: random. It’s no mystery. A thousand monkeys on a thousand typewriters have nothing on me.
sextuple note: I think Donald Diddams over at The Art of Digital Art is the only one placing the cursor over the pictures on this blog.
notes to myself #78
Eat more mince meat tarts, coconut marshmellow rolls, nanaimo bars, and homemade fruit cake while you have the chance! That stuff gets pretty rare later on in life.