Earlier today, I noticed once again that I have a tendency to narrate my thoughts in giant monologues. I usually do this when I'm thinking about several things at once or about something important, or when I'm terribly bored. For example, I was once sitting in the office of my high school with nothing to do, so I actually made a mental list of every way someone could commit suicide using the fake tree next to me. Morbid, I know. But I was really, really bored.

But yeah, I did it again today. It kind of went like this:
"I should tell my friend about how mean I felt earlier. I'm not normally that annoyed by stuff, but damn I was hungry. Oh, the dishwasher's finished. I've never opened it right when it's finished before. I think I'll unleash the minions of hell if I do because it'll be so hot, and I have no desire to see them. My nails are dirty-Oh! This one's long enough to cut! Finally, the evidence of my finger crushing incident shall be gone forever! My ravioli bowl is cooked. How shall I put this into a blog?"
...I AM SO WEIRD.