My mind is a bit muddled right now. I don't seem to have any one cohesive thought but a jumbled series of half thoughts. Sometimes pondering philosophy and the nature of the universe while also doing my job of fixing computers causes my brain to short circuit. Then a brain dump is required. Here goes:
These diet pills are awesome but being conscious while at work sucks...
If man is created in God's image, who's image is woman created in?
If the Universe has an edge and you step past it, what do you step into?
When you analyze things, logic can make almost anything make sense. Maybe that is the way the Flying Spaghetti Monster wishes it. I have now been touched in the head by His noodly appendage.
What if the hokey pokey is in fact not what it is all about?
Why on earth would anyone want to be conscious at work?
Why has someone not stolen my keyboard and held it hostage until I agree to quit letting my brain throw up on the internet? I mean for the love of the Baby Jesus, this post was neither funny nor informative. I will shut up now.