sometimes i have to sneeze. . .
. . .and then i do, but not fully and so i still don't feel better.
i hate that.
sometimes i think about how funny the human race is. . .
. . .with their "phone voices" and need for things like caffeine and spiffy electronics.
sometimes i wonder what it'd be like to be a different race. . .
. . .i think it'd be interesting to step into someone else's shoes for a day
sometimes i get uncomfortable when people don't like to be touched. . .
. . .but then i remember they probably get uncomfortable that i have an un-harnessable need to touch people.
sometimes i think that if only people knew my best friends. . .
. . .they'd understand me better.
sometimes i think about being a published author. . .
. . .and i wonder if anyone would buy my book or come to my signings.
sometimes i ponder my children. what they will be named, what they will look like, what type of personalities they will have. . .
. . .and then i get excited about being a mother.
sometimes life gets prioritized over peeing. . .
. . .and then a few hours later i'll remember i have to go.
sometimes i think about everything and nothing. . .
. . .all at once.