OK now for what we really think

Well today has been boring, you know where you are trying to figure out which is faster, grass growing or paint drying? Really it was just a long day where nothing of any real consequence happened and you sit around just contemplating your existence and whether you bought that milk yesterday or last week? So that is why i wrote the poem, (Whacky isn't it, Laura said she wanted no credit for it but she made me put in monkey, I did everything else). But it is getting late so we are going to go to bed now and sleep. What you thought I was going say something else? Where is your mind?