What July 9th Means To Me: Random Thoughts

Ever wake up on a Monday morning with a completely blank mind? 

Perhaps good for the soul, but very bad for blogging because I really have nothing to talk about.

I had a dream last night where I was paid a million dollars for something I wrote.  Then I woke up.  Without a million dollars.  But I once again considered what I'd do with a million dollars, and all I could come up with was: sleep in. 

Speaking of ... I'm in the process of buying a new bed.  Well, actually its purchased, and I'm sure you're all waiting with bated breath to hear about it.  Once all its contents have arrived, I expect to reach a Nirvana like state while sleeping.  Cause, you know, it's already hard enough to wake up while sleeping on my shit mattress.   Too bad I don't have a million dollars, I'd buy a house to surround that bed. 

After months of drinking the free shitty coffee at work, I've been compelled to buy Starbucks again.  I suppose I can afford the extra ten bucks a week.  If I had the million dollars, I'd buy two.

I'm liking the show Newsroom.  Though I can't imagine I'd care for it if I had right wing beliefs #HollywoodElite.

I want to take a summer vacation.  Yes, another one.  Why not, I say!  With my million, I'd leave for months. 

Listening to other people's problems can be therapeutic. Especially if I was doing it while counting my million dollars.

Katy Perry's movie didn't make shit this weekend.  By the way, in California Gurls she refers to California as the Golden Coast.  Does anyone in California call it that?  I've never heard it.  Whatever, she has a million dollars.