Caffeine Crazy
…GGGGRRRRRR!!!!
Lack of sleep…Ugh, kind of makes you crazy. Crazy enough to eat your own coffee mug when the mug’s frigging empty? I believe so. Well… your teeth are already grinding, your already a nervous wreck, there’s not enough coffee to fuel your self. You might just black out. And when you black out you might just come to and find…that you got so crazy that you ate your coffee mug!!!! It could happen. Huh? Yeah, it could.
it's just a pear. and one that's been eaten.
It’s Sunday. and it’s Pear day.
Well, I actually had a thunderdome day (thursday’s are usually thunderdome days) where I would make room for overindulgence. Last time I did cheese, and now…it’s the pears.
I’m obsessed with obsessing over things.
So…don’t be surprised if I do some more drawings of cheese and then some more drawings of pears, with …..overindulgent stories.
-CM
Happy cakes...happy cakes...ah, happy cakes....
Everyone loves happy cakes! I think any cake really. I have never seen a cake that wasn’t happy. Or didn’t make someone happy (unless it’s fruit cake…eeeh). If I could perfect one thing (besides drawing and painting) it would be baking and decorating cakes. I think that would be a fun job. Especially at one of those specialty cake shops where you can really let the creative juices fly. But as it is, I’m stuck at a lousy job being less and less creative. It’s pretty much boring. Oh my gosh, it’s boring. All I can think are crappy thoughts while I’m at work. But…I am working on the less crappy thoughts. So I try to interact with my surroundings or jot down little drawing ideas that pop in my head, code mush stuff instead of the lame stuff. But I noticed yesterday as I was working on paperwork, everyone was congregating in the break room. And you know what they were congregating around? CAKE. a really large, colorful, someone-really-took-their-time-on cake. It was HUGE. And everyone who would walk by the break room had to stop and get them a slice of cake. Even if they were busy, had 5 minutes left on their shift, even the managers couldn’t help themselves. They were getting them a slice of cake before it was all gone.
And that’s not why I was thinking of happy cakes.
Just earlier that morning, I was writing in my journal. I was trying to shake the Monday blues, so I started drawing cakes. Trying to cheer myself up and not write something that was going to throw me in a panic and make me dwell on it all day. But I can deal with dwelling on cakes.
I just thought that was a funny coincidence.
Thunderdome of...CHEESE!
Yes, that’s correct. It’s a thunderdome of cheese. It has erupted from the boils of the earth! Just when you thought that the moon was a wheel of cheese, well, that’s not entirely true. You see, the moon was created from the earth. And if the moon is a wheel of cheese, then the earth most be made of these cheese stuffs. It has come thundering up! probably in the middle of Wisconsin’s dairy farms. Yes, well, how did you think they made such wonderful cheese? From cows? Huh…well, you thought WRONG. It’s earth cheese. And it’s gooood.
It's no longer true. Cows do not produce the best cheese.
-Mooo?
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