Fursday

Tim: I have few moments of clear thinking anymore. Why is that?
Tim's Obedient Alter-ego Persona: Let's think for a minute.
Tim: We've been thinking for many many many minutes. It's not helping.
TOAP: The fog has several sources, like aging, job stress, clinical depression, living in someone else's house, thinking about stuff too much, feeling what we really feel, uncertainty about the future, short attention span, erratic biorhythm, too many steak sandwiches, three teenage daughters, the war on terror
Tim: Wull, yeah
TOAP: That feeling in our head, it comes after a few hours of engagement with life, and we just have to live with it
Tim: Nah. Let's have some more dinner.
TOAP: We've been wanting to look a bit more svelte for the opposite gender, though
Tim: Let's have some more dinner
TOAP: If that's the only way to get us doing the freelance editing that's due tomorrow
Tim: This is what I'm talking about
TOAP: I'm wondering about a cup of Pero
Tim: That's in the plan. But what to eat next? Hmmm. Hey, someone's coming in the front door. So they managed to drive up the hill through the snow.
TOAP: That talcum-thin layer
Tim: Looks like heavy dust, yeah
TOAP: We don't live in Michigan or Iowa or Minnesota
Tim: Can't begin to describe my gratitude. Another piece of bread with Marmite? Maybe not. What else is down there? Oh, wait, there's blueberry cheesecake ice cream in one of the freezers. Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
TOAP: Not the way to svelte-dom
Tim: I can taste it now. I can smell it. I can feel it. Mmm, let's go.