December 07, 2000
The greatest thing in the world is sleep. Or at least, lying there half-asleep, under a comforter. Warm and toasty. Nothing can bother me. I think. I contemplate. I solve all the world's problems. And then I don't bother to tell anybody. (Ok, fine. I stole that concept from "The Grinch" -- sue me. No, go ahead. Sue me. I'm feeling litigous today.)
Without actually going anywhere.
I'll let you contemplate that paradox.
Posted by bard at December 7, 2000 02:30 AM
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