Who wants to achieve things when all you have to do is think about them?

Once a year I work towards a singular goal:

Finding a goal.

When that doesn’t work, I often turn to that stuff in the cupboard that looks like butter and is made of peanuts. What’s that called again?? It’s the one thing that can wrangle my focus away from those blurry objects that just refuse to sharpen up, dammit!

One day, after all of this is over I will finally have some peace. Let’s just hope that on that day we’re in the kind of world where Hostess cupcakes still exist.

About Bevin

Requiring tambourines at all attempts at enlightenment since 1997.