talking to self

so, i was sitting here trying to think of all the things that i think about all day. i try to make it to a notebook, but when you are at work, and you are suppose to be working, and note writing in my “diary”, it makes it hard to remember everything. and when i am here, ready to write, got some time, got some enthusiasm, all i can think of is…

“hey self. what’s up?”  “nothing self, i see you are trying to write something smart and witty. how is that going for you?” “oh, not so good. i am kind of ridding in on the coattails of my brother. and i have tons of good ideas to discuss, but not the mental capacity to hold all the ideas that race through my head all day long.” “well self, you should really work on that.”  “thanks self, i really appreciate the feedback.” “no problem self. and might i add how handsome and smart and funny you are!” “wow! thanks self! that is really nice of you.”

then i realize that i have been talking to self for almost a half an hour, and all that i came up with was…”wow self you are really smart and funny. i should pat myself on the back.”

sad really.