That Expression Means

There's this balloon in my living room and it's been there for perhaps three and a half weeks and it hasn't deflated in the slightest.
If my life were a film I'm sure this would be symbolic of something.
But we don't have to worry because it isn't.

The Child Who Is In My Living Room apparently has to go to sleep here at 9.30pm to-night which is rather annoying because I would rather I were able to write things all night.
But no, I'll have to go and write in my room.
And not be able to look things up when is necessary.
But mostly when I'm writing about people and I can't think of the right word for something then the people just don't know it either because in reality sometimes people just don't know things.
And sometimes they do but they can't remember so they jst announce it at a later date and then no-one else remembers what this is in reference to.
Except sometimes someone does and it's a bit peculiar that they have remember such an insignificant detail about something that you thought or didn't think and it makes you feel just a bit weird.
Not if it's a girl, then you just think Oh cool, funny.
But otherwise it's all Why did you remember that.
Unless it's The Boy and then you're thinking It's funny that you can remember things like that but not the proper things that people are supposed to remember.

I watched that Child Geniuses programme again to-night and I didn't feel very annoyed because these ones were thirteen and their parents were like Oh god, what are we going to do now, rather than last week's parents that were all You have to go to this school and do this work or I will just die because you're 3 and a half years old and you don't even know how to correctly dissect a Peruvian muskrat.
It's much better when people aren't maufactured to think a certain way.

I'm a little hesitant over whether or not I should make an amazingly delicious cake in case I have to eat it alone.
Oh and these people, how they wake up very early and yell about nothing and eat all of my tasty fudge.
Good lord. Just because you go to sleep at 9.30pm doesn't mean that everyone else wishes to wake up as if they have also in the unnaturally early hours of the morning.
It's funny that I could describe morning as being unnatural when it's something that must have happened everyday for millions of years. Which is really an inconceivable amount of time.

I don't know what it would be like to look like a kinkajou all day.
I look forward to the ninth of October when I can once again enjoy the pursuit of YouTubing.

This is Paul Bunyan. (The large man, not the presumably regular sized one.)

He probably would carry you far away.