Some people live life like baking bread. Don't you love bread? Really good bread? I do. I have no idea how to bake really good bread. It seems mysterious and magical to me. The impression that I get is that most people throw dice when they bake bread. They do the same things they did last time and just hope. Sometimes the bread is good and sometimes it's not good. There are some people, however, who can actually consistently bake really good bread. Some people live life like this. They just know how. It just works for them. Not me. Some days are too hard and flat. Some are too doughy and raw. Some days are burnt. Really good bread days, the kind you slice when they're still hot and slather with butter that melts in like nirvana, these are few and far between for me. It's okay, though. I have low standards. I don't mind gnawing on the stale or overcooked days of my daily bread.
I marvel, sometimes, at effective people. Are you like that? When you have something you need to do and all the time and resources you need to get it done, do you actually get it done? I don't. I always scramble. Sometimes I just don't do things. I get away with it by being obviously brilliant and talented in other ways. The crap I throw together at the last minute (or later) is often quite good, though rough and obviously disorganized. This is just enough to keep me in good graces. Once in a blue moon I will actually get an assigned task, plan for it, execute it and accomplish it on time like a good boy. I'm always quite elated when I do this, my tail wagging as I drop the paper at your feet, but I cannot make a pattern of it. I just sit and think too much and I really enjoy doing so. Some people seem to think you can just choose to be whomever you wish to be. Either they're wrong or this is, when it's all said and done, just the way I want to be.
Some people have those machines that bake bread for you. These are the same sorts of people who would never want to be unplugged from The Matrix. These are android people and their bread, though tasty, implants little nanobots into your blood that slowly turn you into a piece of furniture or an appliance or a lamp. It's true. Damn square robot bread.
Hello, friends. How are you?
Love.
