Toasters
Yesterday I came across the phrase “utopian toaster world” in a book I was reading, and it made me squee (…excited?). And I was considering renaming my blog “Utopian Toaster World”.
And then I wondered whether that would get me into an asylum.
I’m going to say something that will get me made fun of, and it’s this:
The other day I almost had a panic attack because I couldn’t remember if John Lennon or Paul McCartney was dead.
I’m exaggerating. But I’d watched Yellow Submarine 6 times by then (and stupid me, watched it again Monday night and have all the songs in my head AGAIN) and so I looked it up at lunch. I remember thinking that my thoughts sounded really morbid. “I can’t remember which one is dead!” I mean, really.
I’m insane.
Hey, I wrote a lot just now. How come I can’t do this for NANOWRIMO?
Grr.
