Brings all the gnats to the yard.

The word of the day is: Strength.

[ strengkth, strength, strenth ] noun the quality or state of being strong; bodily or muscular power; vigor. mental power, force, or vigor. moral power, firmness, or courage. power by reason of influence, authority, resources, numbers, etc. number, as of personnel or ships in a force or body: a regiment with a strength of 3000. effective force, potency, or cogency, as of inducements or arguments: the strength of his plea.

Yesterday just went on forever.

Forever ever.

I don’t think I got very much accomplished.

Or maybe I did.

I really have no idea.

At some point during the day I asked the woman in my cubicle space at the office if I had been in and talked to her.

I really felt like I had.

But she assured me that I had not.

My day was so long because I just felt like Monday was continuing for the rest of the week.

One long-ass Monday.

I was actually surprised to learn that it was in fact Tuesday.

I’ve reading (listening to) “Carnival of Snackery”.

It’s the second volume of diary entries by David Sedaris.

I’m up to 2014, I think.

I’ve got about 4 hours left.

And that’s listening at 1.75x speed.

I’m considering writing something.

Kinda memoir-ish.

Mostly just me rambling about my life and experiences.

Like that time Little Peddler swallowed one of her teeth from her dentures and spent the next three days shitting in bags so she could feel around for the tooth.

And she found it.

And had it put back in her dentures.

That seems like a lifetime ago.

Jeezus that was 12 years ago.

Fuck me.

(rubs face with hands)

If I do decide to write something, it’s gonna take a fucking village.

I mean I’ll have to dredge up old stories and flush out all the details from people’s memories of the events.

Then there’s the whole make into something coherent that strangers can read without getting a migraine.

A minor headache I’m good with.

I guess the only thing after that would be to pick my cast to play everyone in the film adaptation of the book.

I think I’d like Daniel Radcliffe to play me.

And just use his normal accent.

Not have him play me in my accent.

That’d be weird.

I feel like I’ve spent my life thinking that the way I think about and do things is completely normal.

I do and think just like every other person on the planet thinks and does things.

I’m slowly realizing that that is not the case.

And I’m not really sure how I feel about it yet.

And I kinda think that the book would be my own therapy or self-actualization dealing with that.

Am I just chasing after a whim?

Probably.

But it’d be cool if I wrote a book.

Right?

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC