Umm..
Uh huh. That happens.
Tabula rasa.
"There I was, 6 inches tall, the answer to The Population Explosion, hanging in a bush with a bellyful of catfood."
I'd name a band 'The Population Explosion' because of that reference. It's not clever or anything, but I like that story.
Tabula rasa.
For the second time this week, I've had to pee so badly that I started gagging. How the fuck that works, I don't know.
Tabula rasa.
Goddamnit, I can't think. But if I could, I'd be complaining about that, too. Trust me. I know.
And I know I'm misusing tabula rasa, but it's fun to say. It's a nice phrase. It's got a 'cellar door' thing going, I think. In my opinion. In fact, I'm sleepy.