There are two opinions plus paradox. One, reality. Two, super-hookus-pookus-stition. Three, magic realism. Four, I used to play with paint chips when I was a child (really) and they could have been lead.
Leah says the weather affects her–sleeping, yawning, eating, pooping (she never said pooping, but that’s a topic I want to get to), etc. I say, bah-humbug. It’s cold and raining here, but other than my body being a bit colder than it usually is, I don’t think it affects me at all. ZARATHUSTRA1!!! It’s true. Watch me take off my glasses and spin around a bunch and you would see it.
I think the weather is powerful but not so much that I am extra tired unless it was physically distressing my body. Then again, I am a little happier in the summer time–even with toxic chemicals.
Brenda, I put something special in the blog for you. If you can find it, you get a candy–I just hope I am right or it will be slightly awkward.
Today, I went into the bathroom–to pee2, only–and there was a guy in a stall… well you know. He was grunting and groaning and so on. I know you don’t want to hear this, but it occured to me that pooping is a very personal and intimate thing to share with someone. That strange man and I share a special bond now–and a momentary smell…
1. Edit: So, instead of just erasing my ignorance, I decided to leave it. I was under the impression that Zarathustra = Superman, but I am now fairly sure that it doesn’t.
2. Update/Edit: I just went back to the bathroom for a number 2, but I was alone. No one to share with. I also feel that the superscript “2″ works better for the entirety of the joke.