jujube
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Ralph Waldo Emerson (I think it was him but it could have been another great wordsmith) had a dream that he was standing in a Greek amphitheater, orating to hundreds of people. He pronounced some line of such transcendental and haunting prose that the entire audience started to weep with shock and awe and joy and rend their robes and throw laurel wreathes at him or whatever they did in Greek amphitheaters when someone hit it out of the ballpark.
He leapt out of bed, grabbing paper and pen and ink to write down this piece of deathless prose. When he awoke the next morning and remembered his dream, he was most eager to see what he had written. It was "O, come see the deer, big-hearted Oro!" Yep, that's going to go down in the history of great literature.....
Me? I write myself such wonderous notes in the middle of the night such as "DON'T FORGET!" or even more informative, "DON'T FORGET THAT THING!" On occasion, it's "DON'T FORGET TO CALL!" Call who? Mr. Thing?
He leapt out of bed, grabbing paper and pen and ink to write down this piece of deathless prose. When he awoke the next morning and remembered his dream, he was most eager to see what he had written. It was "O, come see the deer, big-hearted Oro!" Yep, that's going to go down in the history of great literature.....
Me? I write myself such wonderous notes in the middle of the night such as "DON'T FORGET!" or even more informative, "DON'T FORGET THAT THING!" On occasion, it's "DON'T FORGET TO CALL!" Call who? Mr. Thing?