Toast

I’m toasting my socks on the heater.

Of course you can’t do that because it will burn the whole house down, but I can’t help it.

I’m looking at the lone Bluegh and white polka dotted socks on the heater and it makes me chuckle.

(bluegh: how I imagine a Frenchman would say blue)

Mostly cause I imagine it is quite like roasting marshmallows. Although technically you also aren’t supposed to roast marshmallows on the heater too. So it’s doubly funny.Then of course you might wonder what's wrong with my sense of humor. But in any case if you’re not wondering, then you are quite cool and we ‘bro-s’.

I went out to grab two chocolate cookies from the fridge. Without so much as a turn of her head from the T.V., Nadia went, “you’re grabbing cookies again aren’t you?” I whimpered a pathetic “yes…” to which she said, “oh my Gawd! you’re so predictable.” Tis true folks, 8.15 is cookie- grabbing time.

On another note, the doorknobs are colder than usual. The weather dropped tremendously last week. People are saying its like winter, only its Autumn. I was commissioned to write a piece about… (sorry its so hush- hush I can’t mention it right now only after its published I guess), but alas! I have not written one yet because its like this- just like how I open too many links and tabs and read all of them halfway, I open multiple word documents and write them all halfway.

I’m brilliant at starting things, because inspiration for me comes in great barrages, and when I do write I know its cause I’m all on faiyah. But fire burns out quickly and I am stuck with 3-4 incomplete pieces. Though in actual fact the real number is probably like 13, inclusive of blog posts. So. Shrugs*

Such is the life of a procrastinator.

I wish I could produce hits every single time. I talk of it like it has a formula. I’m pretty sure to a certain extent there is. But I do not have the ability to draw brilliance from my buttocks. This is the point where you say my buttocks are brilliant in themselves if jokes like that are your kinda jokes.

I kind of buckle under pressure. Well not buckle. I am average under pressure, while I produce brilliance when I don’t have to. Can I say that? Can I even say I produce brilliance?

Never mind. Retract statement.

Start over.

What I mean to say is, when I’m idle and bored, is when I produce my best works. Therefore, there’s value in being bored.

Um. Yes.

This. Is. Not. Brilliance. This. Is. Just. Bored.

Thanks for reading.

...going back to write about migration issues now...