This quote came from a piece of spam I received today.
"Not much on my mind right now, but it is not important. I have just been letting everything happen without me. I just do not have anything to say right now."
This leaves me as speechless as its author....except to say I have nothing in common with him or her. Where's his sense of being the center of the universe? And how could he think it unimportant that his brain is completely, or nearly, void of "much"?
Conversely, I've been thinking about all my projects, done and undone, what's next, the book I'm reading, is my niece going to be disfigured from being eaten by her daycaremates?, what to eat or drink next, what to wear on my "date" tonight, should I buy the magazines at the grocery checkout?, what's my child doing?, how is my husband's double life working out for him?, AND the drawing I'm working on. (Furthermore, I have no delusions that the floors and laundry will be done without my involvement.)