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Jun. 11th, 2008 07:15 pmWell, I was walking back from lunch today when I noticed the things I was holding. Had I picked them up somewhere and forgotten? Did someone hand them to me? I just didn't know.
I stopped walking to figure it out, which was probably a bad idea because I remembered just then that I was leaving a building with a lion in it. The lion came into the restaurant where I was having lunch, and everyone left. I must have grabbed those things on my way out, panicked, and forgotten.
I couldn't even figure out what they were, those things I'd picked up. They were sharp and gadgety. Maybe some lizard brain part of me decided it'd be good to have a weapon.
Ultimately, we're all trapped inside our own brains. Adrenalin sure messes with your head.
What did I have in my hands?
And how did that lion get there?
I stopped walking to figure it out, which was probably a bad idea because I remembered just then that I was leaving a building with a lion in it. The lion came into the restaurant where I was having lunch, and everyone left. I must have grabbed those things on my way out, panicked, and forgotten.
I couldn't even figure out what they were, those things I'd picked up. They were sharp and gadgety. Maybe some lizard brain part of me decided it'd be good to have a weapon.
Ultimately, we're all trapped inside our own brains. Adrenalin sure messes with your head.
What did I have in my hands?
And how did that lion get there?
