*planted something upside down
*driven past the store TWICE, even though I got in the car to GO TO THE STORE
*finally got to the store, am at the deli counter, HAVE THE TURKEY IN MY HAND (sliced), and tell the nice lady that I guess someone else took my turkey
*apologized profusely to the only other person that had been at the counter, who assumed I meant she stole my turkey
*commented on a fanfic love post with a rec for the Greatest Sparrington Ever Written and accidentally inserted "wrote" for "read." Meaning, the greatest story ever written was by ME. Ahahahaha. Whoopsie doodles! (true fact: The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot is the best S/N ever written, imo.)
WOW, MY BRAINS HAVE BLOWN A FUSE. So now I am finishing off a lovely bottle of St. Emillion and eating cheese and reading a story and not trying to be intelligent, coherent, human any more today.
This brain fry may have been induced from reading Ozzy Osbourne's memoir, and then mainlining Motley Crue's for an hour today. OMG THE DRUGS AND PARTYING AND CRAZINESS. It's leaking into me.