Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow bumps in this petty pace… It’s almost effing October already.
Bump.
Where has the year gone?
Bump.
The older I get… well, you know.
Bump.
Wasn’t there a Twilight Zone episode where a guy had the ability to stop time? In typical Twilight Zone fashion, that didn’t work out too well for him.
Bump.
Twilight Zone episodes rarely worked out well for anyone.
Bump.
Oddly, we were just talking about the Twilight Zone, here.
Help I’m bumpin’ into the twilight zone
The place is a madhouse,
Feels like being cloned . . .
Is a clone car stuffed with clowns who all look the same?
Bump.
I don’t know why, but this song just bumped into my head, and it’s too good not to share:
I’m solid gold,
I’ve got the goods
They stand when I walk
Through the neighborhoods,
I’m bumpin’ it
I’ve got the chance, I’m jumpn’on it
No more, no more, lumpin’ it
This time in life, I’m bumpin’ it (ooo–ooo-ooh!)
A waiting-for-the-driveway-re-surfacing-to-dry-so-I-can-back-out-of-the-garage-again bump.
Do you got them “steadily depressin’, low down mind messin’ working at the car wash blues” kind of bump?
A rainy day bump.
Putting off doing the dishes bump.
just … bump
Sometimes a bump is just a bump.
I won at the track today. Not much, but it’s better than losing.
Bump.
Congrats, Spoons!
Bump.
This is not a bump.
Thanks, Panache!
Bump.
An almost-midnight (here) bump.
Almost midnight here too.
Bump.