Day 210: The eyes are one of the last parts of your body to die. They dilate
me when i go to a blind competition and see my opponent 
put that in r/antimeme lol
Day 211: This morning some clown opened the door for me. I thought to myself, "That's a nice jester."
Day 212: I didn't used to like duct-tape at first, but I soon became attached to it.
Day 213: I wanted to join paranoids anonymous but they wouldn't tell me where they met.
Day 214: When I lose the TV controller, it's always hidden in some remote destination.
Day 215: I've read plumbing for idiots twice and I still haven't got a clue what I'm doing. I guess it's going to take another few reads before this sinks in.
Day 216: We produced a play about the weather and needed eight children to be clouds. We ended up having twelve so we were a bit overcast.
So there was this moth right?
He wandered into this random Drs office. Sweat was pouring down his face. His palms were sweaty. But, he was not thinking of Mom's spaghetti dear readers. The moth took a seat in the doctors office. "My life is in shambles," the moth said quietly. First, it started with the divorce. I don't mind being alone, but my little moth children will never forgive me. Timmy already has anger issues and we caught our daughter drinking our vodka. Now a counselor is involved. But that's not the worst part! My best friend from highschool Jim ... he died in a horrible car crash. He was killed by a drunk driver. And now everyday that I drink more and more, I wonder could I become the drunk driver that runs someone off the road.
"That's horrible sir," the Dr. said to the moth. But this is a dentists office why are you here?
"The light was on", said the moth.
Day 217: I was asked yesterday if I'd like some books on 80's hairstyles. I said I'd mullet over.
Is there a lore reason as to why im reading these
Day 218: If you ever get locked out of your house, talk to your lock calmly. Communication is key.
That would be what the kids call "being a dick"
Day 219: I waited and stayed up all night to figure out where the sun goes. Then it dawned on me.
Day 220: Somebody stole my army coloring book. I'm looking for a soldier to crayon.
Day 221: I was going to be an amateur poet but thought I'd leave it to the prose.