I'm bak agin. Dis reggylarity fing issn werkin oud wike I fought it wuld. Too menny fings keep gettin inna way.
Mostwy id is fings. Fings dat brek.
Yestidday it wassa 'puter. I nosebonked da button to turn id on, bud id didn turn on. So I nosebonked id agin. Id just sat dere, wookin big. Preddy soon Maman comed awong an poked attit, bud id didn stawt, so she poked it agin an den called Dadda. Dadda poked it a coupla times an it didn werk, so he taked it apawt.
Den it rilly didn werk.
Den I tried Dadda's 'puter, bud id don wike me. I typed da blog, bud it wost it, so I jus said ta heck wiffit an went uppystairs to habba nap. Fings always wook bedder afta a nap, you know?
Dere are jus some days dat are no gud for ennyfing. Rabbits know dis; hoomins don't, so hoomins insist on strugglin wif da usewess days. We bunnies know bedder. Iffa day stawts oud usewess, datssa way its goin to go.
Assa gen'ral Rool, a day is bigger den you are. Oncet its onna downward slide, dere's preddy much notta whole wot you kin do aboud it, 'cept ride wiffit. So if you're gonna ride, you mite as well be comfy!
Maman hassa'nudder rool on usewess days, too. When fings are gen'rally hedin downhill an nuffin she's doin is goin rite, she ushally says, "Gib up, stoopid. You've screwed uppa nuf fings for wun day."
Which is preddy much troo.
Da more fings she screws up in wun day, da more fings she hasta unscrew da day afta. Alla more rezon for habbin a nap, as faras I kin see.
I fink dat if hoomins had more naps, dere wuld be wess trubble inna werld. Ob course, dat fits in wif my oberall philosophy dat if hoomins wuz more wike bunnies dere wuld be a wot wess trubble inna werld. Bud onna whole, I fink naps gib you wess scope to ged innu trubble.
Jus fink, iffa day is goin bad an hoomins is habbin pwoblems wif ebberyfing, den doesn't it make sense to habba nap an see if fings aren't enny bedder inna few hourz? I don mean dat if you run innu ONE fing, just go habba nap an ebberyfing will be gweat, I mean onna day when you can't do right for bein wrong (as Dadda says) you rilly need to habba bweak inna ackshun. Gib stuff time to seddle. Habba nap an see if mebbe da day has ironed itself oud a widdle. Mebbe it needed a bweak, too. You nebber know, bud fings always wook justa widdle bit bedder afta a nap.
I've also noticed dat hoomins don take dere own adbice. Wike onna day when you say, "I shulda stayed in bed." Well, mebbe you shulda.
Wike dis mess iwffa 'puter. Dadda fought da turney-on switch was broke, so he taked it alla'pawt an touched da two wires togedder, bud dat didn't help. Da 'puter still didn't turn on. So he taked more stuff apawt. No wuck. So he taked oudda box frumma back obba 'puter an went toda store. Turns oud datta power source box wiffa fan on inna big box nextest toda pikchur box didn werk. So Dadda bought a noo wun. Den he comed home an putted alla pieces obba 'puter back inside obba big box dat sits nextest toda pikchur box.
Den he was goin to pusha button to turn id on, but he'd fortygotten dat he'd bwokin da button when he furst taked da 'puter apawt. An he was "so tired oud" he told Maman, dat when he went toda store to buya noo power box wiffa fan, he'd fortygetted to buy a noo button.
"Tired oud." Dat's whut he sed. I herd him.
So cos he was "tired oud", now I can't stawt da 'puter wiffa hed-butt toda button ennymore. I gotta waid now until sumbun wiffa 'posable thumbs comes by so dey can touch da two wires togedder dat is hangin outta da hole inna box where da button used to be.
Whut Dadda *shuld* hab dun was habba nap when fings weren't goin well. Den he wuld hab bemembered to gedda button.