So I was thinking, or trying to to

and I realized something that we all know. Days exist!

HOW CRAZY IS THAT?

with a lisp (sorry)

HOW CRATHY ITHAT?

Human lives are structured into repeating boxes that come down the conveyor belt every 24 hours.

We get all excited planning and guessing what's gonna be in the next box.

Then it stops being exciting. Because that box is gonna come, and have those awesome pieces of crap in it, no matter what you do.

No matter what you do, you're gonna open that freakin box, and the slip of paper on top of everything else says: "You gotta pee, Brent".. "So stop trying to sleep, cuz you can't, till you pee...go pee"

screw that box

I don't wanna wake up anymore with the need to pee.

I would LOVE to wake up to the need to jump out the window because someone needs to test their stack of mattresses.

Speaking of mattresses. When LCHS choir toured Italy last year there was a room on the third floor in this cool hotel. 

The room.

Open the door..

BAM. yea.. mattresses. to the ceiling. Climb over them, oh. wow. Check it out. 

A cove where you can slide into--  it's a little thanksgiving just for you.

It's like a silent bounce house but fort style

Bouncing isn't a good idea or it could all move... and mess up the progress you made.

Which leads to an analogy. Don't get out of bed, or you'll mess up the progress you made.. hehh

heh?