free writing before bed

this is the process of writing. when you can't think of anything, just write. and since i can't think of anything, i'll just start writing. maybe i'll write about hand sanitizer. they say it kills 99.9% of all germs. what about the last .1? why not kill it, too? why leave it in an agonizing, painful, lonely misery? what did the .1 do to get that kind of torture? 12 fluid ounces (or 354 mL as the bottle states) of pure germ genocide. oh, and it has vitamin E and is a bonus size. i guess that's like building bombs bigger so they cause larger explosions or something. (insert a poem about that here because i'm too lazy to write one tonight). i'll have to organize my room some time. pick up things just lying around and give them a proper home somewhere, with friends (unlike the germ, who is all alone). pens with pencils, even the black ones and white ones. maybe even a pen with another pen, although if its two of the same manufacturer i'll have to check on the legality of it. my mouse is enjoying its new mousepad. it sticks to the desk and the surface doesn't get crap on it. and if it does, i can use germ-X and kill 99.9% of all germs. sometimes i feel like im the .1. like i'm out all alone and just don't get it. but people spread just like germs, if not worse, so i'll come back around eventually. i'll say some funny joke in english class or talk to a likable person. that's just how things go for me. ebbs and flows. eggs and a Flo's? i could go for a steak, so long as it doesn't have germs on it.