Creed Thoughts
By Creed on January 10, 2013 at 11:01
I often have these vivid dreams, but can never remember any of them. So last night, before turning in, I placed a blank pad of paper and sharpened pencil on my nightstand. I must have woken up in the middle of the night because I found some writing on the paper and some bloodstains (probably caused by the sharp pencil. Or the open switchblade I also keep there).
It was mostly scribbles, but here's what I was able to make out:
Toblerone car grip at Fresno aookeas dot com. Wayward lassie between razzlematterizing hoy senorita (OR senioritis).
I'll post an update after I get a chance to look up what it means in one of those dream interpreter books.
Man, I can't believe it's 2013 already. "2013" sounds like the title of a science fiction movie, doesn't it? But we're living it! I remember RAZR phones, DVDs, and Angry Birds Cereal for crying out loud. Where does the time go?
For fun, on New Year's Day I bought my first lottery ticket and thought I'd choose variations of the year. 2, 0, 13, 1, 3, 31. Unfortunately, the ticket was already filled in by the guy I bought it from and it was three months old. I looked up the numbers on the lottery website (remember websites??) and, surprise, surprise, I did not win. Oh well, I still have lots more chances with those half-priced scratchers I got from the same guy (pre-scratched, so that'll save me some time, too).
My doctor told me I need to get in shape this year. Well, he's not actually my doctor, he's more of a part-time pharmacist. And he didn't actually tell me I needed to get in shape, he alluded to it by giving me a bunch of stationery bikes. You know, note cards with drawings of bicycles on the front? I'm not sure how that's going to get me in shape, but I got his message loud and clear. I think.
Oh, one more thought before I start my 11:30 a.m. fade. Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to catch pigeons and he's the most popular guy on Jefferson Ave. Thanks again, Larry. Miss you, bud.
It was mostly scribbles, but here's what I was able to make out:
Toblerone car grip at Fresno aookeas dot com. Wayward lassie between razzlematterizing hoy senorita (OR senioritis).
I'll post an update after I get a chance to look up what it means in one of those dream interpreter books.
Man, I can't believe it's 2013 already. "2013" sounds like the title of a science fiction movie, doesn't it? But we're living it! I remember RAZR phones, DVDs, and Angry Birds Cereal for crying out loud. Where does the time go?
For fun, on New Year's Day I bought my first lottery ticket and thought I'd choose variations of the year. 2, 0, 13, 1, 3, 31. Unfortunately, the ticket was already filled in by the guy I bought it from and it was three months old. I looked up the numbers on the lottery website (remember websites??) and, surprise, surprise, I did not win. Oh well, I still have lots more chances with those half-priced scratchers I got from the same guy (pre-scratched, so that'll save me some time, too).
My doctor told me I need to get in shape this year. Well, he's not actually my doctor, he's more of a part-time pharmacist. And he didn't actually tell me I needed to get in shape, he alluded to it by giving me a bunch of stationery bikes. You know, note cards with drawings of bicycles on the front? I'm not sure how that's going to get me in shape, but I got his message loud and clear. I think.
Oh, one more thought before I start my 11:30 a.m. fade. Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to catch pigeons and he's the most popular guy on Jefferson Ave. Thanks again, Larry. Miss you, bud.
