My God...I'M Tyler Durden!
At this precise moment there are currently four separate lists of things to do vying for my attention in my brain. (In case you're wondering, hey include Things To Do, To Eat, To See and To Misc.) As my spectral self attempts to work things out, I must admit that my exterior has been running on autopilot. This is not the first time that I've relied heavily on my ingrained habits to carry me through the day, although the scenes where I come back to myself tend to become more and more interesting.
"...and after that I can't forget to pick up...SWEET DIABETIC URINE! Why am I carrying around an enlarged picture of an infected cervix?!? Oh RIGHT, for my Problem Solving Group. That reminds me...after PR I have to pick up that sweet diabetic urine..."
"...now does an omelette have two eggs, or thr...Uh...why am I half naked? Oh RIGHT! Changing for the gym! Well, at least it's in the locker room this time..."
"...and then I have to remember to tape that episode of the Daily Show, only...I can't see...I CAN'T SEE!!!!...Oh wait, that's right. I'm sleeping. Which I can do, because I taped the Daily Show..."
"...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADo I need new socks, or will these pairs last until Laundry Day?AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
It's somewhat disconcerting, but you get used to it soon enough. I'm just worried that one of these days I'm going to look around and realize that I'm the only person left on Earth due to a non-noisy Rapture. Which would be fine, although it would be somewhat embarrassing if I missed the Second Coming because I was busy trying to remember the Devil's Theme From Brimstone (which is a very twirly number, if you're interested ;)
Ah well, I'll just have to keep multitasking until the weekend, at which time I will collapse in a heap whilst simultaneously shopping for fruit and lunchmeat. At least, that's the current plan. It will have to be revamped if when I'm distracted by something shiny. But until that time...
Seeya, Space Cowboys!
"...and after that I can't forget to pick up...SWEET DIABETIC URINE! Why am I carrying around an enlarged picture of an infected cervix?!? Oh RIGHT, for my Problem Solving Group. That reminds me...after PR I have to pick up that sweet diabetic urine..."
"...now does an omelette have two eggs, or thr...Uh...why am I half naked? Oh RIGHT! Changing for the gym! Well, at least it's in the locker room this time..."
"...and then I have to remember to tape that episode of the Daily Show, only...I can't see...I CAN'T SEE!!!!...Oh wait, that's right. I'm sleeping. Which I can do, because I taped the Daily Show..."
"...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADo I need new socks, or will these pairs last until Laundry Day?AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
It's somewhat disconcerting, but you get used to it soon enough. I'm just worried that one of these days I'm going to look around and realize that I'm the only person left on Earth due to a non-noisy Rapture. Which would be fine, although it would be somewhat embarrassing if I missed the Second Coming because I was busy trying to remember the Devil's Theme From Brimstone (which is a very twirly number, if you're interested ;)
Ah well, I'll just have to keep multitasking until the weekend, at which time I will collapse in a heap whilst simultaneously shopping for fruit and lunchmeat. At least, that's the current plan. It will have to be revamped if when I'm distracted by something shiny. But until that time...
Seeya, Space Cowboys!