My Newfound Psychic Powers
Today…about 15 minutes ago…I realized I was psychic.
How?
It all started yesterday at the gym. There I am, in the middle of a half-way decent chest workout and all I can think about is a scene from an old Damon Wayans movie, who’s title I could not even recall, with an unknown number of years having passed since I last saw it.
Today I get home from the gym, scramble my habitual six eggs (2 whole eggs, 4 whites), and sit down to enjoy my post-workout protein for a few minutes. I flip on the tv and what does the guide say?
Blankman.
I thought to myself, “Holy crap! that’s the name of the movie I couldn’t get out of my head yesterday!”
So here I sit, watching this old Damon Wayans movie from 1994, being blown away by my newfound psychic powers.
Yeah, yeah, you say it’s just dejavu, but this happens to me SO often that I’ve deemed myself:
“Jeffrey Davis psuedo-psychic extraordinaire”
Who wants their future foretold first? I mean, wait, crap, shouldn’t I already know that?