Truly, I’m filled with deep thoughts…
How late can I stay up working and still be fully functional and productive the next day?
If I have this cookie, how long do I have to run to burn off the calories?
Can I wish on a shooting star for my whole studio to be magically clean?
Why can’t I remember to charge my ipod?
Exactly how many chocolates am I going to have to skip to finally fit in the jeans I wore on my honeymoon?
Why is my neighbor blasting BAD 80’s rock music?
It bothers me to be late or behind. It rubs me like a itchy tag in my shirt bad. Is this good or bad?
What will I do with all my free time once my to-do list is all done?
Why do I take pictures that look like I’m thinking but am really just giggling on the inside?
How long am I going to ask questions on my blog tonight?
Is anyone still reading this? Will they ever come back to my blog to visit?
What should I blog about tomorrow?
If I eat this chocolate in secret does it still have calories? Or do they not count?