What?

I've been in the midst of a war recently. Its been pretty brutal. And its been with my colon. Actually I think its a stomach bug or something. On top of that, I've been working on the set of a new tv show for twelve hours each day. The stomach bug has disabled my body's ability to actually "use" anything I eat, and so I've had zero energy while working endlessly. Today is a good day. I woke up, went back to bed, woke up again, and decided to make french toast. Its one of the few things in life where I know what I'm gonna get. If I put in a certain amount of effort, I get a certain amount of outcome. Beautiful, golden-brown fluffy pieces of cinnamon and syrup goodness...I don't like that I just wrote that last phrase. And I don't know why. For some reason I think I've heard it before and not liked it. Actually, I'm sure I've heard it before because everything, to some extent, is a regurgitation of prior thoughts or ideas. So does that mean I'm completely unoriginal, and so is everyone else? I guess that depends what "original" means. We can always take old ideas and string them together with other old ideas to come up with new ideas. That's original right? But there is nothing left to discover. No new ideas. The more I think about it, that theory can only apply to certain fields like music or stories or new sports games. Science is constantly evolving. New ideas come about because technology increases and we are able(they are able, I should say) to find itsy bitsy particles that couldn't be seen until we came(they came) up with a microscope small enough to see the little buggers. And what those buggers are doing. Original. Earlier I was watching some videos on youtube by a comedy troupe of sorts and realized that, while they had some funny ideas and made me laugh, on the whole their humor is based off of so much before it. Not only that, but the humor isn't as good as what has come before. Plagiarist comedians. Maybe what needs to happen is, someone needs to have a child, and when that child is born, lock it up in a room of white walls and light. Every night, when the child is sleeping, someone comes in and gives him/her a shot of essential nutrients. That way the child never experiences any particularly fascinating taste. This goes on until he/she is maybe 17. Then boom! The kid is unleashed into the world. Completely original. Any joke the kid makes is his/her own. Granted, I can't think that anyone locked in a white box for 17 years would have much to joke about. But it'd be worth finding out. The point is, maybe a person needs a completely untouched slate to be completely original.