Perpetual evilness.

Awhile back, I was getting a delivery. The delivery was, I’m afraid to admit, supposed to arrive so early that I simply stayed up throughout the night. My schedule is a little gooky, but 10 am was about 4 hours after I go to bed usually, so it kind of made sense. More sense than trying to backflip and wake up earlier, anyway.
Now, we all know what happened. It’s obvious. I was up, I got more and more tired. 10 o’clock passed, and so did 11, and so did 12, and Kalle got reeeeeeally tired.

So I lie down in my bed and start watching something random. Now, while I lie there, eyes drooping, I think to myself, “I should blog about the fact I knew all along that the delivery would arrive just as I fall asleep, because I know it will.” And it did.

The day afterwards, I thought to myself, “Hm. I thought about blogging about that matter, but eh, why should I do that at all? It’s so obvious a thing. Like blogging about eating breakfast. (Though, granted, some do that too — nothing wrong with that… just don’t expect me to read it…)

So later the same day, I thought to myself, “Hm. I thought about thinking about blogging about that matter. Maybe I should blog about the fact I thought about the matter and that I in fact found it so plain a matter that it wasn’t worth blogging about.”

And then I caught myself thinking “Wow. I should blog about the fact I thought about thinking about blogging about that matter.”

Then I caught myself — no, seriously, I did — thinking “Jesus christ, I should blog about the fact I thought about thinking about thinking about blogging about something. Screw the actual topic, the fact I seriously thought about thinking about thinking about thinking about blogging about something is in itself hysterical.”

And on it went. I couldn’t stop myself. At some point it took me several minutes to finish the myriad of “thinkings” to get to the blog deal. So there you have it. I succumbed to the desire to blog about the thinking of the fact I thought about the thinking of the thinking of the disinclination of thinking about blogging about the fact I thought about the thinking of the thinking of the discinclination, and so on.

No braincells were purposefully harmed in the writing of this blog post.