Don't Slow Down

Good morn, blogosphere.

I have nothing to say.

I'm here because it's a habit,

Because usually I can make up something that sounds half decent,

Or I just need to spill some thoughts.

But today, I have neither.

At least not off the top of my head.

I feel like I shouldn't waste your time,

I should just put a poem here and then leave.

But I don't want to.

I'm not quite sure what it is exactly that I do want,

But I'm just going to continue typing, as I usually do.

Maybe I shall be struck down by my muse, blasted with inspirational thought,

I definitely just imagined a very Roman-esque lady poofing out of the heavens and hitting me with lazer beams of inspiration.

Which, in real life, would be a very distressing occurrence.

It's Wednesday.

Meaning, we're half way through this week.

And what does half-way mean?

(Other than the fact that half-way is usually for losers...)

It means closer to the end.

But the same distance from end to beginning.

We're just sort of stuck in this middle day, trying to figure out if it's actually worth something,

If we like this middle day of the week,

Or if we'd rather stab it to death.

On certain Wednesdays, yes, I do want to just stab the living daylights out of it.

I guess this isn't quite a stabby-stabby day.

But it's like I'm jumping up and down in joy over it either.

It's "MEH."

Just, meh.

Ew.

Wanna know something?

My stomach already hurts.

It's like "I WILL kill you with nerves and distress!"

And then it laughs maniacally, which only roils up my stomach acid even more.

Maniacal laughing usually doesn't end well,

But that's a lie,

because sometimes I laugh pretty maniacally, and it just makes things seem better,

Because somehow, through the haze of laughing so hard your guts hurt, well.

You can't really see much beyond that haze, so that's why everything is awesome.

But the stomach laughing is bad. Very bad.

Oh gee, look at the time.

I must be off,

To catch the bus that takes me to my doom everyday.

How pleasant is that?

Answer: Righteously pleasant.

(Bahahah.)

Adieu.

I love you.