My imagination can occasionally run away from me. On my walk home a Fire Truck went by with it's piercing siren. It temporarily made me think about how much it would suck if it were my house that was on fire. Everything I own is basically in my little 8' x 10' room and would be impossible to replace. I would lose many things I care about. Then I became interested in whether or not I would still have to write finals. Yes I would have to write, the only way to not write is death. Damn school. Then I snapped out of it.

I love the way the mind works, sometimes it sends you on a little controlled trip when you are doing a boring task.