There are 177 words left today and I’ve run out.  I can’t concentrate, there are marshmallows cramming out every last available parking spot upstairs.

And now I’m thinking of Ghostbusters.  What ever happened to Rick Moranis?  Sigourney Weaver’s parents must have been flower children.  What type of name is that anyway, Sigourney?

And now I’m thinking of Alien.  Putting an ‘s’ on the sequel was confusing for most movie-goers, I think.  Very inventive, but confusing.

And now I’m think I’m just wasting time, procrastinating, moving marshmallows, making S’mores.

And now I’m thinking about chocolate.

And now I’m thinking about you.