One word: Thursday. If you are a human being in any sense of the word, you know what that means. I normally don't get so excited about Thursdays, but tonight we're having slow cooker peanut pork chops with broccoli slaw and a side of pear applesauce. A cold front is also moving through and I've purchased a lot of winter wear from my neighborhood crack den/thrift store. I've given up even trying.
Also, I'm off next week for Thanksgiving break. All day today I felt like running around the halls like an airplane. Then I felt like high-fiving every person I saw and yelling, "IT'S THURSDAY!" as though they couldn't hear me or didn't own a calendar.
The storm/cold front has arrived. It shakes up the meteorologists for about 6 weeks before anything happens. It's all they can talk about. There's only two shades of hot in Texas, so anything that deviates from the norm is something to talk about. Look at me. I'm writing about freaking weather.
Do you think it's a good idea to drink three cups of coffee before bed? I've had two. I'd really like another and a couple more Aldi animal crackers. They need to make chocolate ones. I also shouldn't eat packaged food. It's not good for your system. I also had a soda today. I think my kidneys are going to die later.
This post is nonsensical. A complete non sequitur. I need to remember to buy a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. I'm afraid I'll forget. I should write it down. Then what if they run out and Thanksgiving dinner is ruined because I neglected to write "Buy big bird" (not "Buy Big Bird") on any sort of list.
Oh, my word the thoughts won't stop. Turn it off, turn it off. I think my brain is shutting down. Powering down.