By the process of elimination, I have decided that I’m a philosopher. Philosophy is delightfully conducive to lying around on heat rocks all day looking pensive, especially considering the dismal weather we’ve had lately. I currently wonder why clouds look like mashed potatoes. I’m sure my scientifically-oriented guy person could tell me, but where’s the fun in that?
Speaking of my guy person, he showed me a video yesterday of smoke coming out of a cardboard box, and cups falling over on a desk. Something about a vortex and polystyrene. I didn’t really get it. My lady friend made all the right ‘I see!’ type noises, but I suspect she didn’t get it either.
Georgi just muttered something about polystyrene mammals and biodegradable poisons or something and sulked. Girls. Oh, and I said I’d post an apology for spelling her name incorrectly in my last entry. There you go, Georgi; that was it. She says Georgi is French. I’m not sure I believe that either, but I’m not about to argue with her. It just isn’t that important.
The weather outside looks cold, so I’m going to go and ponder the clouds on my rock.
Contemplatively,
Mikey
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