This room is at a pleasant temperature and I’m not hungry now.
The incessant beeping here is becoming annoying.
I am digesting lunch.
I could sleep. Or not.
I gotta pee.
I am sitting at a computer typing this on a keyboard.
Lunch is perfectly satisfying.
I just did!
Inhale. Blink. Exhale. Blink. Blink. Inhale…
I hear sounds. All around.
Elbow sore. Shifting position.
If I didn’t have to get up I’d find out what’s that burning smell.
Speaking of smells: I like them. Mostly.
I only like nice smells.
Was that me who farted?
Sorry, that was me.
Must’ve had some turnips for lunch…
What will be, will be. Que sera, sera.
Wonder who they’ll get for Captain Kangaroo if they decide to do a remake…
These pretzels are making me thirsty.