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Theories about microwaves and other random call the related thoughts.

I didn't get a chance to read my book today. I will get back on that soon I promise.

I would like to take a moment to write about a suggestion given to me by my friend Alex. She had this theory that time stands still when you put something in the microwave.

Now, I am not quite sure how accurate she was but I found the statement about it just the same. You see I don't think I've ever put anything in the microwave for myself so, I don't actually know what it feels like. I guess it's something akin to anticipation.

I wait and wait for Christmas to come all you around and then once it's over I don't know what to do with myself. Today, my mom and I took down our Christmas tree decorations and I had a mixture of emotions. I think it was somewhere between sadness and relief that I had no more holiday obligations to think about.

My mom did something funny though, she left out one particular Christmas decoration. It's something she often does. In fact I'm sitting in my kitchen looking at it right now. It is a Santa Claus figurine that was given to us as a gift by Alex's mother Cheryl.

It wasn't until this year, that I realized this particular that this figurine was some kind of incense burner. I just thought it was cute because Santa is in the bathtub filled with bubbles and Rudolph were one of the other reindeer's is holding up a sign that says “it's time to go”


I know this particular blog sounds really random, but I was having a bit of writer's block tonight and I just wanted to post something. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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