John Boston | Wasting My Time on Researching Panda Poop Tea
It’s safe to say that 99.99999999% of us who use a computer daily for our work are easily distracted. In the midst of the mind-melting tedium of employment, self or imposed, our digits often wander from tasks at hand to explore a YouTube video on “Rugby’s Most Fatal Head-Dislodging Hits!” or “Country Sweetheart Ella Langley’s Fetching Smile — Among Other Things.”
I googled “Ella Langley Marries John Boston.” Trillions and trillions of sites, and the best Artificial Intelligence can come up with as an answer is: “Sorry, no relevant information was found in our search.”
I’m smitten with Ella. Despite the Spring/Winter age difference and an inherent prejudice from AI damning our relationship, I feel the Hope Hull, Alabama, torch singer and I have much in common. I’m well aware. Sigh. Like the other loves of my life (numerical evidence available upon request for Signal subscribers only), readers will urgently point out, “John. JOHN! FOCUS!! Don’t do it! Sure Ella’s gorgeous and sultry, but, SHE’S NO GOOD FOR YOU!!” I appreciate the intervention, and — honestly? Despite my affection, I hear you. Odds are good that Ella Langley and I will not be attending the upcoming Hart High (forever home of The Mighty Indians and NOT the Lowly Chicken Hawks) Senior Prom, at least, in this lifetime.
Which naturally leads us to the topic of tea.
Pretty much, on any given day, I have 11,006 tasks to accomplish. Since forever, I start my days........
