Flip-a-dee-doo-dah

I'm high on caffeine and low on energy and my migraine's on its way back up to problematic but more caffeine is just a horrible idea. My brain has been thinking about reincarnation. More specifically, why people who think they've been reincarnated always claim to have been extremely famous people in past lives. They were Mozart or Shakespeare or George Washington. No one wants to have been an unknown accountant or janitor or housewife. No one even goes for the lesser known and/or loved celebrities. Verdi or O'Henry or McKinley. Where are their reborn embodiments? Also interesting to note, the Dali Lama had several siblings. How much would it suck to have your younger brother be the reincarnation of the Dali Lama while your past lives mostly involved collecting taxes or raising chickens? Would it be better or worse to have actually been a chicken? And was Bach so terrible in his life to be reborn as an out of work musician in Brooklyn, or Martin Luther King Jr. a self-righteous college kid who happens to share his birthday? I hope not. I was probably a secretary or switchboard operator in my grandparents' old house just outside Philadelphia who never married or had kids of her own though her nieces and nephews called her "Aunt Pee" because she insisted on using some overpriced coldcream product that contained deer urine. I read a lot and smoked more and had a long and mostly unpleasant affair with the principal at a local high school.

Wow. No more caffeine for Jilly. She's flipped her noodle again.