My imagination.

The last time that my niece was in town my hope was restored in imaginations. You always hear people talk about children having an ample amount of imagination in their often odd shaped heads, but I didn't really think about the reality of those words until my niece showed me the ways of her mind. My sister - her mom - myself and my niece were sitting in the kitchen at my parents house chatting and we gave Cadence a wooden spoon to play with. We're nice, I know. Much to my surprise, she starts throwing it over her shoulder and saying "We're fishing! Look at all the fishies in the water!! I caught one! I caught a fishy! Look there's a pink one, a blue one, and a green one!" Just with that wooden spoon. What the hell right!? I couldn't even pretend to play fishing with her because my imagination is just that far gone. I couldn't see those damn fish. Suffice it to say, after watching my niece's display of... resourcefulness, I was pretty bummed of my lack there of.

Yesterday I regained my imagination... Big-time. Amidst an odd health situation, my childhood mind flew back to me in full force. My brain created pains in my stomach that I knew were non-existent; I created worst-case diagnosing scenarios. It was mahem in my mind to say the least. Final wishes, funeral plans, and last words were flying around up there and all I had to go off of was pale poo. The internet is a bitch. We'll see what the doctor has to say today, he will probably confirm the fact that my imagination is at an all-time high and that I'm missing B12 in my diet or somthing completely curable of the like. After my new diet is discussed, my imagination will go into recess until the next scare comes along.

We'll see though, either I'm dying in which case I'm flying to Europe tomorrow, or I have an imagination, in which case I'll be fishing at work today - avec mon stylo. I'd prefer the latter.


Yours Truly,
Vanasty.