Can't get over your nine-leaved clover.

For some reason I was just now drawn to write in this blog rather than complete my Philosophy paper, ha! That just seems strange to me. I feel that I can't talk about life without getting flustered or tongue-tied, but I'm still driven to write. Well, "write". Tha futuristic typa' writin'. I'm listening to Morrissey with a kitten in my lap, and the wheels in my brain are still turning but I can't tell what any of it means. So, I THINK, that....I'm just completely scatterbrained. And who could concentrate when they've got a kitten meowing in their face just because he's happy anyway?

AbSURD.

...I can't wait to get out.