How did that get in there?

I left work feeling jittery and agitated and the train ride home didn't help much. I got to my apartment, had a glass of water, sat down on the floor and emptied my mind of thoughts. Well, not completely empty, because I think that's a pretty uncomfortable feeling in and of itself.

But some days the problem is that I have too many thoughts in my head and then I panic because it's too much at one time. It's like I overheat and then my cpu crashes or something, so I have to take everything and file it away somewhere, so that I can pull things out later and think them through, one at a time.

I have a lot to think about at the moment, and contrary to what you might expect, little of it has to do with grandma.

So here I was, being all mindful of my thoughts and stuff when all of a sudden needle hits vinyl on an old phonograph and The Liberty Bell begins to play. Then a sort of surreal cut-out animation sequence began, very reminiscent of what would be seen on Monty Python's Flying Circus, except that it was kind of pornographic in a Monty Python sort of way.

I opened my eyes, wondering where the hell that had come from, in the same way I wonder every time I find a screwdriver in my fridge.