dogleg

today i made a lot of notes on a piece of paper. there were all sorts of arrows and stars and circles. it looked like some sort of implausible gridiron play designed by coach cappuccino.

i was attempting to get together something resembling a plan.

i wrote down some goals (remain solvent, meet yeti, win pulitzer) and made a list of my skills (reciting the gashleycrumb tinies, hooking up VCRs, saying "okay" when i mean "no") and then tried to connect them all in a grand unification theory.

the magic eight ball suggests that i would be a good at downloading movies about alliteration while on a train.

wait. where are the cheerleaders going?