The Sun That Didn't Shine

1. Writing on here is a really good thing for me for a couple different reasons. First and most obvious: it's practice. Writing is enjoyable. Regardless if it's about new wallets, Loozas, or life-changing decisions, my thoughts put into words is having a positive effect on my overall quality of writing. I guess you can disagree with that but I'll kick you in the knees if you do. Secondly, it's therapeutic. In the past I've calmed myself down in ways ranging from punching walls and playing guitar to driving aimlessly and listening to Talk Talk. Of course I still do those things more or less--minus the punching walls, but that's directly related to me not having a girlfriend--but writing involves a level of creativity and active imagination that those other ways don't necessarily provide. Even rambling on about the stupidest of shit makes me convert free-floating thoughts into tangible sentences, which in turn makes me feel like I've been productive to some degree, which then makes me feel satisfied, which makes me feel reassured about myself, which finally relaxes or calms me down. Lastly but most interesting, is that once I turn those thoughts into words and I put some effort into making my ideas clear, those sentences I write are also etched into my long-term memory. So when I talk in person about the things I write about, my brain will somehow deafult to what I wrote and I'll speak my written sentences. This will make me end up sounding more cohesive and logical because instead of spouting off stuff from my stream-of-consciousness I'll actually be reciting from memory things I already thought about well enough to put them down into words, which is great because I can manage to sound like a dumbass quite a bit.

2. I had Chef Boyardee ravioli today for lunch because I only had a buck. I don't think I've eaten Chef Boyardee since I was seven or eight, and after eating the ravioli I knew exactly why it's been so long since I've eaten them.

3. After I came home from work today I was super hungry; Boyardee is completely unsatisfying in addition to being incredibly gross. So I went to heat up some pizza and found a sponge in the microwave. I didn't get it. I still don't. But I took the sponge out, nuked my pizza, and put the sponge back. Whoever wanted the sponge in the microwave had to have wanted it there purposely, because they would've for sure taken it out if they didn't. Seriously, how could you forget you put a sponge in the microwave? You can't. It's neurologically impossible to forget you microwaved a kitchen sponge. So I'm assuming it was deliberately put there to confuse me, or because it's part of a huge Russian conspiracy. I'm hoping for the latter.

4. I've been listening to Stevie Wonder's Talking Book the past two days. Download "Blame It On the Sun". The chorus melody is magical.