I lost my sense of humor today.
I was going to look for it, but I lost my motivation as well.
What’s the point anyway? I lost my sense of direction years ago.
So I’m just going to lay here in bed, probably needing to desperately take a shower. I don’t know if I stink or not…since I lost my sense of smell in the war.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was fighting the war, when I stopped to tie my shoelace. I put down my rifle , my bowing knife, my canteen of water, a package of bubble gum, my collection Nat King Cole 45s, my goldfish, and my sense of smell. Suddenly the bombs started going off over my head! I quickly grabbed everything, or so I thought, and ran. Later, back at camp, I would realize I left my sense of smell behind, lost forever on the battlefield. Hopefully, someone picked it up and is making good use of it. I would hate for it to go to waste, forever lost.
Back to present day though. I really need to start keeping better track of these things.
The other day I almost…ALMOST…lost myself. Wow! Talk about stupid. How dumb do you have to be in order to lose your whole self? I won’t bored you with details, but it involved the state of Wyoming, some bad directions to the library, and a penguin named Albert who loves a movie called Fried Green Tomatoes. I almost lost my will to live that day too, but I don’t want you to think I’m a total idiot.
I know. Too late.
I guess I should look for my sense of humor. I don’t want it out there, wandering the earth, bugging people for Peanut M&M’s and pocket change for the strip clubs.
The only problem is, as I swing these tired legs out of bed…I’ve come to realize, I’ve lost my socks.