many donuts, I have had
how many Master Yoda?
not the number, but the word, is the question
what is the word, Master?
yum

perhaps it was just reading some of hamiltonian's recent entry that brought that forth from somewhere in my mind... I am intrigued by intricate wonder and intense perspectives, as some of you know too well, and it frustrates me when I do not have enough time to ponder as deeply as I'd like (which is almost all the time)... so I cough up metaphors and somehow find myself amusing and forget the wide world of minds out there for a while...

obiwannanotherdonut?

so long obi...

perhaps the best thing about my doctor's office is that there are at least a dozen eateries withint a few hundred yards, or maybe a quarter mile... no exaggeration (pulling out the slide rule, we discover that a quarter mile is about 400 yards, so this estimate might be right after all)... most are closed when I go to my early morning, right after work appointment a few times a year for check ups and follow ups and blood letting... but the second closest eating establishment, the one right on the other side of Uno's, that is open...

so I do the right thing and get my check-ups and listen to my doctor tell me that my cholesterol is damn low, so low in fact that my good cholesterol is even low... and just today I understand that I may have a fatty liver...

yes, I used the word fat again...

are you through laughing yet?...

well, somewhere in my mind I resolved to consider doing the health-kick thing again to drop the fat that is accummulating in my liver and around my thorax (that's the body part of the body, right?)... working nights these last few years I picked up somewhere around forty pounds (and forget to put it back down)...

I think it all went to my liver...

so anyway, I pondered life, mortality, and all that jazz...

and then I stopped in at the place on the other side of Uno's...

Krispy Kreme!

a dozen assorted creme filled sugar bombs, please...

so here we are, seven donuts for breakfast later, buzzing off to oblivion (is that my liver I hear cursing?... luckily I don't speak liver too well) with so much sugar in my blood that it would give a vampire diabetes and so many synapses in my brain misfiring for so many reasons, lack of sleep being only one of them, and I wonder if...

well...

I wonder something, anyway...

I keep checking notes lately, more often than usual... the laptop is not working and notices from diaryland telling me I have new notes go there... I keep checking cellphone too, hoping for messages... I am definitely lonelier than usual... a song is due... if I could only stay awake and conscious long enough to write it, I'd sing it for you... no worries, I won't use whipporwills... I might shed a tear in my root beer, though...

yum...

so of course the visit from Yoda at the start of this entry was a hallucenogenic reaction to overdosing on Krispy Kreme donuts... and Aerosmith... what?... you don't follow?... well, it's pretty simple really... I get lonely cuz I want to share so much that it aches when I don't... something's gotta ease the ache and taste bud orgasms sometimes do the trick... but taste buds can have orgasms from spicy veggies too, so there's more to it than that... back to the lonely part... what if I fall asleep and you call and I don't hear the phone?... the one purest true love of my dreams might come knocking on my door selling organic fruit baskets and I could be passed out... that's why I OD on sugar and caffiene from time to time... cuz I don't want to miss a thing...

sometimes I wish we would not find all this so amusing...

I will send you elsewhere now while I rev up for another entry by roaming around the internet alternating between at-random reads and you guys who visit me and leave me stuff and lunks to read... yes, I meant links, but there are probably some interesting lunks out there too... I was nicknamed Lug in middle school (though we called it Junior High School)... one day I'll ponder the significance of names in preposterous depths again...

I mean, hamiltonian is not the only writer who gets me pondering... the following snips were scratched into my psyche over the last week or so and without exploring any further to try to remember precisely why or how or context or anything, I present them now for their massive linkage worth...

and she sees herself and I feel my dream of being this close to someone else... oh for the love of cartoons, where anything is possible...

but is love really an imaginary number?...

and yes (climb the ladder, take the magnifying glass, peer through the glass) , being a hopelessly hopeful romantic does have it's drawback... sometimes we cry at third strikes... we dream that there is someone out there for Wil E. Coyote... and Oscar the Grouch... George Carlin... for everyone...

I know it's been a while since I've told you how much I love browsing through z0tl's 2000+ entries, so I'm letting you know now...

I love browsing through z0tl's 2000+ entries...

and my brain has a sweet tooth too... cutething is candy for my mind (and eyes candy too {yes, both eyes, and yes yes, typos are amazing tellers of truth}, but that's just icing on the cake... yes, cake, isn't it wonderful)... donuts too... wait, did I just say cutething is donuts?... I think my mind just left the building... followed by Homer Simpson... ever testing the limits of human imagination and the sense of humor... kind of the way the mallet tests the knee reflect... but it's all good, at least according to the T-Shirt I'm wearing (it says

in kind of a
Comic Sans MS font, only more fun that Comic Sans MS, in black letters with white borders on a comfy light royal blue shirt... I found it just last month at that last bastion of American Royalty, the money-pit, aka Wally'Smart, for $4.76, or something like that)..

but after all, the file was called chocolate.html...

how could it not be good...

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