Thanks to the annoyance that is my period, there is a flurry of thoughts piled high in my brain today. I'm seeking storage for extranious thinking. Tupperware would suffice, or something cushy with a zipper that I could shove into secret luggage compartments or hand over to emptier passerby. These are the thoughts they'd unveil: Get back to work.
I'm hungry. I want cheetos.
I love the smell of paper.
My feet are cold.
Where do antelopes come from?
What ever happened to that guy?
Just take a nap.
Stop it.
I need to go for a run.
More chocolate.
I'm horny. Am I?
How do you say "toothache" in Chinese?
Do a headstand.
Maybe I should go look for a new sewing machine.
What's happening on facebook?
Too many words.
Man I feel bloated.
What's that smell?