Sigh.

I have mentioned before that I have an eight-track mind, yes? That my brain is generally humming away at several things at once? Well, this morning, two of the tracks are playing Synopsis Mad Libs with each other to pass the time. "In a world gone TANGY, one GROTTO can make a difference in the fight against JANSENISM," that sort of thing. If I think about it consciously, it stops, so that's something, at least. I won't have to go through the day with, "A PHLEBOTOMIST from an ANARCHO-SYNDICALIST COMMUNE must BACKSTROKE against the FROGS," running through my head indefinitely. But nonetheless, here we are.

Brains. Tricksy things.