You may think it is crazy that the Mitch voice spoke to me today.
Mitch almost NEVER speaks to me on Tuesdays, or maybe he speaks but I'm just not receptive to what he has to say on Tuesdays. Inspiration is a difficult asset to come by on Tuesdays, I don't believe in portals on Tuesdays and I don't believe in time travel or parallel universes on Tuesdays. Let me put that another way. On Tuesdays, I do not believe in portals, time travel, parallel universes, unicorns or voices of dead comedians. It is not that I don't think they are possible on Tuesdays. It's that on Tuesdays I don't believe they have, do or ever will exist.
I never see Pops on Tuesdays as a matter of fact, and I never see deer on Tuesdays, which seems fairly random in and of itself, but by now you must know how I feel about randomness, Tuesdays or not.
I haven't seen any deer regardless of the day of the week in quite some time actually. Mitch says to me, seemingly out of the blue, that maybe what I need is to see deer. I thought it a strange thing to say, but on second thought it made a good deal of sense. Seeing deer is a very enjoyable experience and often times a great source of inspiration for me. Approximately twenty minutes after Mitch suggests that seeing deer may improve my state of mind I spot a couple of them grazing next to the road during my evening commute. Although they are not doing anything special or out of the ordinary, they are amazing creatures and immediately lift my spirits. Mitch says "I told you so" and then promptly goes away, that smug son of a bitch.
Did Mitch somehow arrange this to happen, merely look ahead in time and see that it was going to occur, or was his mentioning deer twenty minutes prior to me seeing deer utter coincidence? I don't believe in coincidences on Tuesdays (a.k.a. On Tuesdays, I do not believe in coincidences), so we can rule that possibility completely out.
I certainly don't believe in Jazz Hands on Tuesdays, but Mitch says that idle hands do the devils work, therefor Jazz Hands are in order. He didn't really say that. I'm full of shit on Tuesdays.
Today's Jazz Hands are done in lieu of evil wrong doing.
Day fifty-seven complete.
Mitch almost NEVER speaks to me on Tuesdays, or maybe he speaks but I'm just not receptive to what he has to say on Tuesdays. Inspiration is a difficult asset to come by on Tuesdays, I don't believe in portals on Tuesdays and I don't believe in time travel or parallel universes on Tuesdays. Let me put that another way. On Tuesdays, I do not believe in portals, time travel, parallel universes, unicorns or voices of dead comedians. It is not that I don't think they are possible on Tuesdays. It's that on Tuesdays I don't believe they have, do or ever will exist.
I never see Pops on Tuesdays as a matter of fact, and I never see deer on Tuesdays, which seems fairly random in and of itself, but by now you must know how I feel about randomness, Tuesdays or not.
I haven't seen any deer regardless of the day of the week in quite some time actually. Mitch says to me, seemingly out of the blue, that maybe what I need is to see deer. I thought it a strange thing to say, but on second thought it made a good deal of sense. Seeing deer is a very enjoyable experience and often times a great source of inspiration for me. Approximately twenty minutes after Mitch suggests that seeing deer may improve my state of mind I spot a couple of them grazing next to the road during my evening commute. Although they are not doing anything special or out of the ordinary, they are amazing creatures and immediately lift my spirits. Mitch says "I told you so" and then promptly goes away, that smug son of a bitch.
Did Mitch somehow arrange this to happen, merely look ahead in time and see that it was going to occur, or was his mentioning deer twenty minutes prior to me seeing deer utter coincidence? I don't believe in coincidences on Tuesdays (a.k.a. On Tuesdays, I do not believe in coincidences), so we can rule that possibility completely out.
I certainly don't believe in Jazz Hands on Tuesdays, but Mitch says that idle hands do the devils work, therefor Jazz Hands are in order. He didn't really say that. I'm full of shit on Tuesdays.
Today's Jazz Hands are done in lieu of evil wrong doing.
Day fifty-seven complete.
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