I heard what I thought was a funny quote on a TV show last night.

A: "I don't want to be vice-president."

B: "You have to do this. You're nice to people. You're polite. You say excuse me. You look like birds dress you in the morning."

Laying down the paper is going much better this time. My head isn't smarting from banging it on the desk, I'm not frantic about not getting it done and I feel--invigorated, almost like the first smell of spring when it teases your nose and your mind wanders back to the magical whimsical days growing up when you didn't have a care in the world and you rode bikes, wind blowing in your face, hair blowing in you face as you shake your head to clear it from your eyes as you couldn't ride down to the store quick enough to buy chips, chocolate bars and pop that you wanted to eat and then your mom would get mad at you for spoiling your dinner appetite and the memory of that voice rings in your ear like a nagging little cramp in your stomach that you would get after going outside to play too soon after eating but you didn't care and sometimes you would ignore them and carry on like a warrior because all you wanted to do was have the spontaneous type of fun, like going to the fair every year and wandering around as the heat from the pavement would hit your face like a wave of fire and you were sweating which made you think of the swimming pool at your friend's house but he wasn't with you because you had a fight earlier that week because he stole your ribbons from play day at school after you got more than him and he was trying to be better than you at everything and you just smiled as though you didn't care because your parents told you to ignore it but you didn't think they understood what it was like because you know everything when you're a kid and the world revolves around you like the kind of spinning top that you had to wind string around but the string kept breaking like it did on those old school yo-yos that came out in like the 40s or something when there was no TV and people used to gather around the radio to listen to radio programs like War of the Worlds when about 3 million people actually believed that earth was being invaded and they left their homes like a little kid running away from home and then came back after they found out it was just a show and they felt silly that like got sucked in and the newspapers printed the story about what happened kind of like we would today except they would be using different methods then I'm using today to lay out the paper today which is going very well compared to the last time I did it....

Gotta go. The paper awaits me.