They were sliced up, cut into bite sized pieces, the pieces themselves strewn across countertops.
I could see them. I could almost touch them. But they remained just out of my reach. No matter what I did, I couldn't get any of the donuts.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Inevitability
It was inevitable, I suppose. Last night I dreamed of donuts.
They were sliced up, cut into bite sized pieces, the pieces themselves strewn across countertops.
I could see them. I could almost touch them. But they remained just out of my reach. No matter what I did, I couldn't get any of the donuts.
What do you suppose this means?
They were sliced up, cut into bite sized pieces, the pieces themselves strewn across countertops.
I could see them. I could almost touch them. But they remained just out of my reach. No matter what I did, I couldn't get any of the donuts.
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It means this is going to be a long year, Neil.
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Here is what I always say about donuts - as long as I don't have one, I can do without them. I still love them, but I always keep that in mind - it's never just ONE donut, they are social creatures. They want to be together. Let them be together somewhere else. :)
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