Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A thought.

If my stomach could handle it, I could concieveably just keep consuming caffiene until I became the most productive person on the planet. I could actually get everything done.

Or write the entire works of Shakespeare on a typewriter. It would be sweet.



....I'm so excited! I'm so scared!

3 comments:

Butterflyfish said...

Stop channelling Jesse Spano or I'll have to lay down a Zack Attack.

Oh yeah, I went there.

adele said...

I am reminded of a comment - probably by a mathematician - to the effect that a mathematician is just a machine for turning caffeine into proofs.

(In)Sanity Gal said...

Why is that the greatest episode of television ever?

All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson