the chicken or the egg?

Which came first.. the chicken or the egg?

Before I start, I have to make it clear that I do not have the answer, but I have the explanation, which might prove to be a bit more helpful...

It all started when I forgot my mobile in my car.. in the garage. (Be advised, this story is true, but very unlikely) It sat there for hours. (Also, be advised, this is not going to be about my mobile.) And when I finally remembered that I own a mobile, that I hadn't heard it for hours and that I was started to suffer from it's absence, I engaged in trying to remember where I had abandoned it. I trailed back my actions and finally remembered it sat, lonely as the moon, down there.

(Also, remember I had spent a whole day using my voice, and I was coughing slightly) So obviously, I went to get it. Now, I was in my socks, and I had to go down through an outside stairs, and it was raining. 1+1 = I wet my feet.

And from here, a trail of possible thoughts raced. I saw myself sick in bed, with broncitis. I saw the doctor, and that doctor asked me if I could remember what could have possibly triggered the broncitis. And I saw myself trying to think back to today.. but the memories were blurred. What came first, the cough or the wet feet?

Well, because at a certain distance of time things blend in, and blur until they become one jigsaw puzzle piece in the immense puzzle that is our memory.

So, the cough or the wet feet came first? I'm still getting the cold so it doesn't make much difference.

And.. the chicken or the egg?

As long as I can eat scrambled eggs on toast, hard boiled eggs with bread fingers and cakes, and pizza and buns, and sauteed chicken in peanut sauce and all that is the culinary world of the egg and the chicken, I couldn't care LESS.

period.
*cough* *cough*