It is 11:11.
I want to make a wish but I'm not sure if it's almost the end of 11:11 or the beginning of 11:11.
So I'm going to play it safe and not make a wish at all.
Because I'm unsure when exactly it could end.

And I somehow feel like that sentence says it all.
I don't take risks because I can't be sure that where I'm starting is really the beginning. And if I don't start at the beginning then it ruins the whole experience.
If I was to make a wish at the tail end of 11:11 and it turned 11:12 as I was wishing then the wish would be lost forever. It would never come true.
Now, that doesn't seem like a completely terrible thing. Then I could at least try and see what happens.
But I'm too lazy.
And in more ways than I'm sure you all realize, that says a lot about me.
Perhaps too much.
Perhaps too little.
I'm feeling a little too philosophical for my own good tonight so keeping a steading stream of thought is a must.

My father is playing loud obnoxious music and I want to scream.
But I won't.
Because I'm too lazy to even open my mouth.
Maybe I write because I use so little muscles in doing so.
And photography too.
I mean, what do you have to do?
Push a button?
Please, a monkey could do that. A monkey DID do that.
And it's pretty pointless. There's no hard work involved. All the work is done in your head.
And I guess that's where my true strengths lie. In my head I'm a skinny, gorgeous, fit woman. In real life I'm the opposite, every which way you look at it.
And it's more than that. It 's always more than that.
But i'm too lazy to think any harder and that's why I've got change.
It's 11:22.

too late for wishing.