At This Moment

I'm printing out a particularly important paper to review at the bagel shop in town. You know that a paper scares me when I print it out rather than skim it in .pdf form. Papers scare me when they are too close to my paper. The TV was never turned off when the kids left for camp; Total Drama Island is on. And a plastic Spock toy that we acquired in Happy Meal bag is talking to me. The batteries are dwindling, and the toy says "that would be logical" over and over without the assistance of a person pressing the button. Where's a sledge hammer? I am clicking too quickly through the reviews of Shop Class
book on Front Porch Republic.

I need to get out of the house and dilute all that coffee with juice and a bagel.