Horrible Times For I

It rained today, a day following a day of me being sick; it did not rain on the day I was sick, FYI. I was letting one of the McKenzies drive me to the store, and we got stuck in the mud. Then we took his car instead.
When we got back, following a few unsuccesful attempts, we managed to get the car unstuck with the brute strength of Jason W. Harris. Sadly, we got stuck again about 2 feet later. I got really muddy, but my headband is OK. I am now wearing Ben's pants and his shirt. His pants have a hole located in a very strategic location, I suspect he may have plans. I will be on guard, for the time being. Its fucked up.

A Crucial Ass "WTS" Moment

I completely forgot about having made this bastard of a blog. Damn. Like an hour ago, without warning or prompt, it came back to me all at once as: "WTS? Did I make a goddamn blog last night?" Since then, I've looked into it, and I did. Its quality fits the level you'd expect to find in a blog discarded by sober thought in under 5 hours or so. Thats fucked up. Apparently I also made a new word: "Blox" is a combination of 'blog' and 'box,' and is that little box you put shit in before you post it.

Valdity of Infinitely Many Monkeys Agreeing.

I started thinking, would infinitely many monkeys ever agree? I think not conclusively, since infinite many monkeys would produce infinitely many chances of disagreeance. Infinitely many monkeys wouldn't form opinions better than one monkey, I think, since they wouldn't agree. Quantity don't make Quality. It takes infinitely many monkeys to write "A Tale of Two Cities," but it only takes one Tom Clancy to write infinitely many Tom Clancy books.

Infinitely many monkeys agree?

That blog title baffles even me. It just came to mind as I was thinking of a title. One of those really random thoughts that just pop up when trying to solve something complex like what last-minute gift is best, or at least not worst. Very terribly timed thoughts, they are, as they don't come alone.
Thoughts on thoughts are those thoughts that usually continue to spiral out of control until that exact moment that "its still not too late" becomes "its too late to think its not too late." If you can achieve some strange grasp of the whole process, though, it would be quite useful. "Ted wanted this cuz its yellow. Yellow is good cuz its not green. Green is for Tina. I'll get Ted a Snoop Dogg CD." Too bad Tina can't just appreciate her role in helping you as one of those gifts from the heart.
This is all completely off-topic, so I'm just gonna post it and start a new one.