the unconscious

Well, I was planning on writing something different, but apparently I'm allergic to writing. Thats right, after having typed about three words, I've forgotten what they were now, I started having a sneezing fit that lasted through five kleenex. Oh, now I remember what I was going to write about. No lost it again. Oh yeah...
For the past couple days I have been religiously checking my blog to see if I had posted anything new. Why would I be so idiotic as to do something like that, you may well ask. In answer, I'm not really sure. I guess it never dawned on me until this evening that in order for new posts to appear on my blog I have to write them. I'm not really sure what I was expecting, or if I would have been surprised if there had been any posts. To tell the truth, I'm not even sure why I'm writing this right now. Maybe its so that I can check back tomorrow morning and see that there is a new post. I always look forward to reading the new posts. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I never really think about what I'm writing at all. I just sort of write whatever's going through my head when I decide to start. It makes it more interesting for me when I read it later, because its usually quite a surprise. Although fortunately I somehow always manage to tickle my sense of humor. I guess its because I have the same sense of humor as myself. It would be pathetic if I couldn't even make myself laugh at my own jokes. Thats when you know your not funny at all. I've quite forgotten what I was writing about at the moment but it couldn't have been that important and I'm too lazy to scroll up and see. Also that would ruin the fun of reading it tomorrow morning. I can't be giving myself unfair sneak peeks at my latest posts. That's almost as bad as insider trading. Well not really, insider trading is pretty damn bad. Its just a crooked way for no good scammers and Martha Stewart to make lots of money off of other people's misfortunes. How the hell did I manage to get on the topic of insider trading? Sometimes I really wonder how my brain manages. For that matter, I really have no idea how I manage. Supposedly I'm not too bad at it, but I guess its just a case of me accidentally doing everything right. I think the key is to just let your life take you where you're going to go. Whenever you start getting involved in making decisions everything starts going to shit. I really like the philosophy that Douglas Adams put forth. You know the one. I can't remember it right now, but I know I would follow it if I could remember what it was. You'll have to trust me on this one. Honestly I probably wouldn't trust me if I were you. If I were me, I would, but not if I were you. Thankfully I'm me, so I would trust me, which is normally what I do. Well its really more of a faith issue than a trust issue. I just have faith in my subconscious to work everything out for me. I don't have faith in my consciousness so I just rely on the other one, you know that first thing that I mentioned, the unconscious. I think that's why I enjoy my writing. Usually my subconscious has something to say that I don't get while I'm writing it because I just sort of let my thoughts flow out of my mind and then I go back and read it and there's something there. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying its some great important message. Its usually more just along the lines of 'I'm hungry.' Well I think that's enough of that. Good morning me of tomorrow.