sometimes i like to gaze at the stars, pondering what it’s all about. the universe is infinite, and we are but small and insignificant. what does it all mean? whether i nap in the living room or on a pile of laundry in the pantry, or i roam the backyard looking for squirrels, or explore the living room for the hundredth time – what does it all add up to?
but then i get hungry and i lose my train of thought and all i want is a pastrami sandwich with a sweet pickle and a bowl of ice cream.