Killing trees

Some factory worker ate my filling and replaced it with a third oatmeal level

                         Words With Friends buzzes phone onto floor. Nonstop Podcasts, Facebook, YouTube, and various websites featuring witty comments pasted over humorous pictures begin to slowdown  laptop. FamilyGuy marathon runs on TV while PS3 updates for second time of day. All the while more forms of entertainment are being added by the hour. My brain reaches critical mass and the desperation to find that ultimate cure to the midnight blues dives me forward. Has the clock ticks on i review my day searching for a moment of meaning, a hint of accomplishment. There is none to be found. Now desperation is overcome by panic. Panic at the realization of how unprepared i am for the next day. I suddenly remember all of the the things i was supposed to do and wonder how in the hell I could have forgotten. Were did the day go? It’s not my fault. I woke up late……I was distracted. I didn’t know the family guy marathon was tonight, it couldn’t be helped. No. All that is left is the admittance of failure. It is now well past midnight. I stew in depression between pillow and blanket. The darkness is coming to claim me for my digressions and i will be here to meet it.  Then the light turns on. I open my eyes suddenly and am overcome by relief.  I have forgotten one very important fact. The very thing that doomed me returns in a flash of enlightenment to save the day. I remember now. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.