Turkey: Blog Killer
Apparently, there are certain parts of the turkey that can dull a person into a glazed over, humming pile of happy. Like… the cooked parts.
I am a victim. I ate turkey tonight and drank wine, and thus, the last 45 minutes have been spent backspacing and block-deleting stuff in this little box. The happy suffuses me with a “meh” about any topic I concoct, and has me yawning, with long stretches.
In the interest of science, I shall conduct an experiment. You know, like the ones the DJs and the Mythbusters have done to test your level of competence to drive a car or write a blog entry under the influence. I’ll eat measured portions of turkey, and attempt to write and/or paint something original. I can record the data and I’ll probably get famous for my breakthrough, you know. (Maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or next week… meh, sometime soon.)
Soon, they will be serving turkey dinners to prisoners to calm the population. The UN can up their turkey order for the cafeteria (getting the vegetarians on board will be tricky), and maybe even a free turkey program for Wall Street. Yes, I believe I am on to something here.
But first, I just need to sleep on it.