Stream of Consciousness
We all do it at one time or another. I'm typing mine as fast as it comes.
Background: I'm sitting here eating some sugared cereal with marshmallows that Adrian left on my desk.
"this cereal is decent and gross at the same time. it sucks that there's no milk. I wonder if he's going to yell at me for eating his cereal. does he even remember he was eating it? what's he watching on tv? ok, this cereal is gross. why in the hell do I keep eating it. I'm lonely. what should I do? should I talk to somebody? nah. too much whining. am I a whiner? I am. oh well. why is kid 2 asking me for a 4th burrito. that cant be good for him. should I make him something more filling? I guess not. he made his own burrito. I'm a crappy mom. I didn't make him his burrito. no I'm not. he likes being independent. but what if he set the microwave on too long and it exploded. that would be bad. would there be a fire or an explosion? both, probably. I saw it on tv once. do i watch too much tv? nah. i don't watch much at all. food network. I hate emeril. I don't want to cook. I'm hungry. why am I still eating this <bleeping> cereal?!"
So. Somebody tell me why I'm not on Paxil yet. I need a nap.