changing directions means to have already done it ages ago, the thought has been there for months and months now, but the actions have not been carried out to actuality. we think and think about these things, these life changes, fantasies, alternate morning rituals, or perhaps different colors applied to the window treatments. but us, being human and/or insecure, and/or preoccupied with other things seemingly greater in purpose or feeling, these new directions sometimes take time to find their ways into monday mornings while we get our kids ready for the week. i type and type and type, but still, time stands still, and anything i try pertaining to typing just doesn't stick, and i never even liked oatmeal in the fucking mornings anyway. the dog is still on my lap, so i can't do it any other way, no matter how hard i try, no matter how hard i try to fool myself.


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i don't know exactly how many times the pizza can be cut in to equal pieces, the math books say it's infinite, but they are not correct. they do not take in to account that only eight great pieces can be cut out of a round pizza, so that means only a maximum of eight pieces should be cut. the quality of each slice is way more important than quantity. this fact rings true on any planet, any solar system, any time. bring it. i'll fucking prove it gladly.