I think it's about time I posted again. It really is.
I think about blogging more often than I ever do it. I think you've probably noticed
I thought I would at least be able to keep up with one post a month.
I think that you thought I would write more often than this too. (I think that was very silly of me and you.)
I think the word thought sounds bizarre.
And I always thought the word think must come from a strange language indeed.
But I think codswallop a perfectly reasonable word. And insipid thrills me no end.
I think it's strange how many people don't love storm clouds and rain.
I think I always know what I want, except right now.
You've caught on to the theme (I think).
I thought I would have that story written by now, but...
I think it's either very early or very late. I can't tell with the schedule I've been keeping.
I think I agree with at least one thing Descarte thought.
I think about insomnia a lot. If I could just quit thinking I'd fall asleep.
I never thought anything would make me question my desire to work in medicine.
I'm in a mood, I think.
I think I already had the flu so, do I really need the shot?
There is something very fun about costumes. I think I missed dressing up for Halloween.
I think my foot has gone to sleep.
I have, I think, made too many mistakes in life.
I never thought I would miss my exercise routine. Sometimes I don't.
I think everything sounds better in French. Je pense que tout sonne mieux en français. See what I mean?
But if you speak English than I think it's best if you do so with an accent.
I think I'm addicted to caffeine.
I think you must be bored to go on reading like this.
I think Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde said it best.
I think I laugh more than your average person.
I thought I'd be living in Ireland by now. Galway would have been perfect.
I think Icarus was trying to do what we all want to do.
The mirror was just lying to me, or so I thought.
I think some people do expect the Spanish Inquisition. But far be it for me to contradict comedy.
That's quite enough. I think I'll stop.
But first I thought I should apologize for all this.
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3 comments:
Brilliant, I love your ramblings on thought. And I love the word insipid...or perhaps mearly referring to things as insipid. I don't know if there's a difference. If there is I'll deny it and run away to Costa Rica.
Ha, take that imaginary people trying to clarify things for me.
I know what you mean about meaning to blog more often. I have so many ideas, and some of them are even mildly amusing.
Although I scoffingly and wholeheartedly disagree with your fourth point I can certainly see sense in all the others.
Oh deary me.. what, pray tell, has made you question your medical career? And when ARE you going to come over to Europe already??
And as for the flu shot, you of all people should know what codswallop those things are :)
Nevermind making too many mistakes... I'd be more concerned about not having made enough when it came to my final hours. But perhaps it's easier to focus on one's imperfections when one has so few whereof to speak.
You really should spoil us with your blog entries more often. You're ever so witty!
Thanks for the comments. You two are so kind. I go ages without posting anything than all I give you is some random, half-assed attempt at being "deep" yet amusing. I guess I was feeling artsy or poetish (ha! I just made up a word. Take that Shakespeare! think your the only one that can do it eh?).
You go Deborah! Don't let those imaginary people give you any guff.
Nursing school, instructors, and other nurses have made me question my medical career but don't worry I'm still plugging along.
I would love to come to Europe this instant but lack of funds prevents it. There is nothing that would make me happier but it will have to wait. I do have pipe dreams of going to London for the Olympics in 2012. We shall see. We shall see.
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