So, hello. How are you? I am fine, thank you. I was just wondering, do you daydream much? It is said that Blogagaard spends most of his waking life in a daydream state, a sort of foggy foreign film state which he can slip into without the slightest warning. Even the most important, life-altering conversation can be lost as Blogagaard drifts away from reality. Often people take this as a sign of jerky-ness, and for that we appologize. It's just that, you know, most things we daydream about are just way more interesting than how you felt after your co-worker hurt your feelings, or the price of gas, or the weather, or what you saw on TV last night. Also, daydreaming helps Blogagaard solve the endless mind puzzle that is the Novel.
And what do you daydream about? And how much? Please share with us here at Blogagaard, we'd be delighted.
Blogagaard Loves to Ponder
About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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12 comments:
I just daydreamed that I was on the beach with Johnny Depp and all the girls ran to him, not me. Yet, I was rewarded with a crisp martini and a towel.
chicken broth and matzo balls. oh, delicious.
Hmmm. I'm getting hungry.
What? what was that...my mind was wandering.....
Just ask Todd about my daydreaming and random thoughts that come from seemingly no where. I think it's why he is marrying me, I keep him highly entertained!
Oh. I just thought he was just doing marrying you because of all the hot sex...
Yowza!
That chaise lounge would look lovely in the sunroom, but would it fit? - "Craigslist, take me away!"
I had a daydream about owning a red pickup truck yesterday. I was the king of the road, helping all my friends move. They all gave me beer. On Friday afternoons I would drop the tailgate and sit in the back of the truck in a lawn chair and toast the upcoming weekend.
Well, now I'm daydreaming about nachos. Thanks.
I daydream I was a butterfly who dream it was a man who dreamed he was a butterfly who dreamed her was President Bush who dreamed he didn't suck.
Uh oh. A semi-truck just crashed in the clinic and killed our receptionist. Sad.
So sad.
I daydream about pretty dresses. And what would be the best thing to do if a psycho killer broke into my house.
A semi-truck REALLY DID crash into my Mom's office building once! No one was hurt though. She works for a trucking company...but it was not one of their trucks. Hmmmmm, maybe an angry competitor?
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