It's there when I wake up

 

Let me start by saying, I don’t think I’m smart, but possibly smart adjacent.  Very little of what I know is useful and I understand less than 8% of that.  I don’t blame life for such a dismal outcome, but I do strongly suggest my high school could have tried harder.

The ramblings on this blog run out of an overflow valve protruding from the left hemisphere of my brain.  It obviously does not have an off switch.  Each morning, I end up shaking several ideas off my pillow that have seeped out during the night.  Trust me, from what I’ve seen, they’re not worth saving.

I tried once to make sense out of the random pillow gibberish, but I discovered it to be nothing more than a mixture of old song lyrics, GPS coordinates and chicken feathers.   It was no stairway to heaven.