Oh cold and dreary morning, how I covet the short time we spend together when I return from the grindstone.
Work was an interesting bore, if that oxymoron doesn't kick you too hard in the head. I spent a good deal of it lost deeply in thought over the most ridiculous things. Morbid ridiculous things at that. I pondered for a solid hour over whether or not The Future Us would see ads for Corona Cremation Services in our brain emitters while we sauntered on our way.
And then I couldn't stop picturing that scene in Battlestar Galactica where Kara stumbles upon her own dead corpse, but set to the music of that really awesome Hungarian Halo: ODST video .
Then my focus turned for a long while onto that other scene from T2 where Sarah Connor is going all "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" in front of the chainlink fence at the playground, before she gets slowly incinerated by the nukes dropped by Skynet. Seriously, those were some cool ass effects. Just sayin'.
It went on like that. For hours.
Something about those strobe lights at work just do something to my brain, I tell you......
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