I feel it is high time for a new post. Yet, as I search the tenebrous, frightening depths of my mind, I cannot find a single thing to write. This frightens me somewhat.
I know that Bridget said I should write about quantum physics, and yet... the book is so far away in the library that...
little light bulb pops up above head
I need to book about quantum physics from Whitcouls with the Whitcouls voucher I won in the short story competition! Light has been thrown over the dark depths of my conscious, and I am inspired to resolve to get up of my chair! Joy!
So now that I have resolved to do this, the next step is to decide when... in 7 minutes, at 12:10. Once I get up I will ring up my friends about going on a bushwalk tomorrow, then ask mum wether she will take me to Bruce Mackenzies to buy my book (I think Whitcouls vouchers can be used there)... Oh, but what about my 'Mind' book which costs $70? I really want it! One time, I was brousing in Bruce Mackenzies and another lady picked it up and looked at it, I continued to look at the book I was reading, but I think I must have subconsciously given her a funny look or something, because she put the book down very quickly.
Only three minutes to go until the prophecy (that I will get off my chair) outrageous and far fetched as it is , will become manifest! (Is that the right use of manifest)?
How I do enjoy monologues, as one can happily debate and discuss with ones self without the hollow, inane rantings of elimbits and idiots interrupting one's chain of speech.
And alas, the clock has struck 12:10, and the prophecy shall be fulfilled.