I woke this morning and skipped the common starts. Instead of cereal, I poured milk into the coffee grounds. I grabbed a spoon and started chowing. It was gritty, like Grape Nuts.
While I was eating, I figured I’d save some time, so I fit things in between chews in this order: I started the 3D printer, clipped my toenails, and knitted myself a sweater.
It’s now my favorite sweater.
Pretty soon my 3D printer was done printing the bus I had dialed in, so I jumped in it and revved the engine. Only then I realized the bus was in my living room. Shrugging my shoulders three times for good luck I said to myself, “You needed a new garage anyway.”
I busted through the walls. As I drove away I heard the wheels of the bus crunching over bricks and glass. Back and forth a few times, I recorded that sound and it became the soundtrack of the day.
Everyone knows I’m a power pack, except the ladies at the library, so I went and abducted all the books. I forced all the books at flamethrower-point to get on the bus. They folded themselves in like good soldiers.
In the driver’s seat again, I revved the engine and cranked up the soundtrack. Because I didn’t have assigned seats, there was some chaos. Westerns were mingling with Romances. Horrors were chewing on Young Adults. Non-fictions were making the Encyclopaedia Britannicas fall asleep! Amazing! but chaos, so I forced them all to group up into categories. (I don’t say genres because I’m not French.)
Once they were all settled, and not colliding with each other anymore, I figured I’d share my plans for The Really Angry Red Robot. I didn’t have room to build it before, but now that I had a new garage…