Father Knows Best

06:00 AM - Awoke to water the garden. Oh, it's raining. I guess, I'll skip that part. Water the inside plant. Cook eggs. No pancakes because no milk. Oh, I guess I could use water instead of milk and add some eggs to the pancakes mix. Maybe tomorrow. I cut up some tomatoes, onions, and cucumbers and added that to the eggs. I was eating until 7:40 AM. Put the leftovers in the fridge. While eating, I was watching Father Knows Best, an episode from 1956. The boy was getting bullied at school. The principle came over to the house to get to the bottom of it but the boy was too shy. But his sister somehow got him to appear on like a show or something where he had speak on belaf of his high school. They must have asked him about investment advice on gold. He said to go as high as possible as the sky is the limit like to go to the moon which scientists are saying we will someday do and to believe in yourself. The advice was ok I guess but a little incomplete. But it sounded nice. After that, was watching the Flying Nun, an episode from 1968, and she hit the organ that the other nun was playing as it was making a noise and was going off tune. So, she was only trying to fix it, but it crumbled and they had to get a new one and they got that one guy to help assemble it. Well, I shaved my beard. That took like thirty minutes, like too much time and pain but great results. Mom sees music in colors? Oh, good ride, mark my words on that. Sunday School, which I led, on the 5 false gospels, first on focus on the good news without the bad, second on social justice of our physical needs without ever getting to the spiritual needs. Third, that of gender ignorance. Fourth, that of interfaith infiltration. Sermon on the hard ground, the thorny, stony, and good soils. You can play guitar. Good. Toast. Good nap for an hour or two until about 2 PM. Water the garden for fun for 5 minutes. Washed my clothes. It's in the dryer now. Yeah, I graduated high school fifteen years ago and went off to Bible college in New York. Started giving devotions in college nad then as a camp counselor and I would go overboard sometimes talking forever, like on and on beyond like an hour and I would have my audience read scriptures and I would ask a bunch of questions and talk about a bunch of different topics at the same time and get people confused and I would assume or want to assume that people would somehow follow my train of thought or all my trains of many thoughts.

Basketball Dream

02:00 PM - During my afternoon nap, dreamnt I was on my computer watching an NBA basketball game where the other team inbound the ball while it was tied like 125-125. They passed it in full-court to a player who banked a deep 18-footer three-pointer to force a overtime. It was something that Kobe Bryant would do but Kobe wasn't in my dream, at least not that I know of. I then went to try to share that buzzer beater on Twitter but then I began to awake from my dream. I wanted to go back to sleep just to share it on Twitter and then started wondering whether or not it really happened or not. Is there a bump on my lower ear? What is that? What's the difference between cancer and the specific personification, tumors? Good question. The better question would be about why people don't compare the two enough, perhaps, generally speaking.

Confidant

04:00 PM - be your own confidant - I believe in telling stories and being confident in and on eternal principles and things that truly matter over other things. I followed you. Thanks for sharing this, new friend. Resteemed. Upvoted.

Rock Babies

04:34 PM - I was watching the opener to Wrestlemania XXX - It opened with Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and the Rock Dwayne Johnson. The Rock said, "You ever wonder why so many Wrestlemania fans have birthdays 9 months after wrestlemania?" Because mommy and daddy felt the electrifying vibes of it and got it on. They were like hey, let's make some Rock Babies. When the Rock said that, it made me laugh so hard and so long. I love it. We should be making more babies because if we don't, then other people will replace us with them and then that will create additional problems on top of the problems we already have. Hulk Hogan is racist, just kidding, but people said that on Twitter. On Game Of Thrones season 8 premiering next Sunday, I wrote on a YouTube video final trailer for it, "I like the characters more than the actors that play them."