Boomerang

Late night and random thoughts of etc. like why do I always buy coconut oil in bottles with narrow necks? The cold's solidified the oil and it's impossible to pour, and this particular oil I'm talking about is exquisite. I use it for cooking more often that applying on my person, and now it's useless.
Of course I could melt it, put the bottle in hot water etc etc but then it's such a chore, especially when you want a quick fix.
I'm thinking of transferring bottles and shifting contents into a wider neck bottle or a no neck container.

My favorite book mark is bookmarking another page and now I've resorted to sticking a tissue between pages of another book that I didn't really want to start but ended up reading some and now it's addictive. Will have to fish out 'that' bookmark and scurry it into the new book.

But now that I've been provided with more Fantabulous reading material (wink wink) I've no need for books for a while.

Gotta do something fun tomorrow that's not your everyday work. I mean something apart from the daily shenanigans. Life begs this of me. Or rather I hope to snatch these few seconds of joy from every day usual.

It's a different thing altogether if I get busy elsewhere and have to come up with reasons and excuses for not doing something constructive.
Excuses are a contemptuous thing and I wish to steer clear of them.

Talking of tissues, some people forget that they've a tissue in their pockets and without a second thought fling their clothes into the washer, with the tissue still lodged in the damn pocket. What happens then?
There's a flurry of billion shreds of tissue like confetti that litter the whole world. I mean they come out sticking with each and every article in the washer, they fly, fall to the floor, hide under beds, and get glued to clothes in unseen places, discovered at such ominous times like just when you'd decided to wear that particular dress, and it has a worn out, washed, dried, aired crumpled tissue sticking to its hem which ain't always the easiest thing to get rid of.

Isn't it like the first step of careful clothes washing in washing machine manual to check your pockets. I tell you, this tissue tension spirals me in warp zone 9 and it's annoying to broom the whole universe.

Ah, that was a tissue rant.

Time to sleep, and I'm not even sleepy, but I have to.
Perhaps I'll keep wondering on things I detest or those that hate me, and fall into a fitful periodic coma.
Ugh I've to wake up early and hurrah I don't have to bother with waking early day after..cuz alone.
I wouldn't say it's bad. It's just sad.