We like to invent brand new clichés, clichés no one has ever heard of before. Someone has to have done it. What have we come up with so far? Well, we're going to have created the one where the girl throws the guy over her shoulder and carries him to the bedroom. That one's going to have been ours. You may not have seen it yet, but, before long, you will have seen it a thousand times before. It will have been done.
The GPS in my car is zoomed out so far that the whole planet is showing on the two-inch screen. There's a red dot, representing me, in the area of Texas. It doesn't really move, though, as I drive around. It just stays in the same place. The voice tells me what to expect, but I accidentally set it for Mandarin Chinese. At full volume. I have no idea how to turn it down or zoom it in, because all the on-screen labels are in Chinese. Nothing that I've tried seems to work. I just drive around with it screaming at me in Mandarin. I think my neighbors are starting to think I'm a Maoist. Yesterday one of them came over to my driveway to see what the ruckus was coming through my open window. "Why is that red dot on Texas?" he asked suspiciously. "That represents me," I explained. He just glared at me from under the brim of his NASCAR cap. I've really got to get this thing fixed.
I keep intending to write the great American novel. I don't know. I think I get distracted too easily. It's like the cliché about the absent-minded blogger. Just wait. You'll see.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
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