I was startled awake this morning by that unexplainable deja vu sensation, and upon doing so, I suddenly came to a some familiar realizations.
The first is that drinking coffee, while naked, is a terrible idea. I could go on to explain all of the terrible byproducts of doing this, but something tells me you probably already know that it's not advisable.
Instead of coffee, I had the urge to consume a goofy looking drink through a straw with red and white stripes. Given the context, this seemed much more appropriate, although the results are still considerably bad. I don't believe it is the particular drink being consumed in the nude that makes the activity absurd.
Another realization is that today is day three-hundred of our 365 Days of Jazz Hands journey. This is a fairly significant milestone and I am at a complete loss of words that are remotely important enough for such an occasion.
With a mere sixty-five days to go, I see the horizon line fast approaching, but I'll hold off on that topic for another day...although it seems we've been through this before.
Anything I could potentially write about would just seem redundant...I can't stress enough how I'd prefer to keep these posts far out of the reach of repetition's grasp...and any topic that I attempt to conquer on this particular day of the three-hundredth, will just never quite live up to the expectation and thus, I must concede that I have nothing to offer but naked dorky drink drinking in front of the mirror.
I will leave you with this however...
I am finding it difficult to NOT hand jazz today. My arms seek to roam upward and keeping them down is proving to be a tremendous challenge. Although I'm not really trying very hard to suppress their wanderings. That would just seem...redundant.
Today's Jazz Hands seem vaguely familiar.
Day three-hundred complete.
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