This evening, I watched Clueless,
which
made me feel nostalgic
which
made me remember dressing up with my girlfriends
which
reminded me of how they Always made me dress as Amber
which
irked me
which
reminded me of how I’d be all huffy as I’d blast my Clueless CD and dance around like I was at the infamous Valley Party, the memory of
which
made me wiggle around in my seat
which
made me want to play the Clueless Soundtrack for old time’s sake
which
forced me to remember how my beloved CD met an untimely demise when it came in contact with the gooey drippings of my cherry tootsie pop
which
got me thinking about lollipops
which
got me thinking about Halloween candy
which
got me out of my seat and over to the refrigerator
which
I then raided, only to find that my husband had tucked away some mini candy bars
which
made me ecstatic
which
made me dig into a few (cough) pieces of said chocolate
which
made me feel a little sick
which
made
me get into bed
which
brought me to laptop proximity
which
inspired me to write
which
made me tired
which
made me forgot what the word “which” means or if I’m even using it correctly,
which
I’m thinking I’m probably not,
which
then made me question if “which” is in fact actually a real word
which
made me even more tired
which
made my eyes start to close
which is what is happening
right
about
now.