...Really, I have a malfunctioning mind.
Today, during what really amounted to a silly playful argument with my mum (during which she blamed me for the bubonic plague...), I argued that I couldn't be in two places at the same time. Fair enough, yes? Preciously few can, after all. But I then followed it with "I can't even be in one place at the same time!" which, when I thought about it, is sadly the truth. I can't really concentrate that well. Sometimes I swear my mind runs in all other directions than the intended one at the same time which makes me go all "bzuh?"
That's when I walk along and my mind loops from silk ribbon and glass bead bondage through umbrellas as used for dresses through whether or not I remembered batteries for Soundwave (my MP3 player) to what I should have for dinner to how well greasepaint sticks and whether it would leave interesting marks after blow jobs to how mushrooms are really cute and then back to the ribbon and bead bondage. In about five minutes.
I think my mind works much like I write Kefka, without the evil. Somewhat worrisome.