This is how crazy the last three days have been: I arrived in University Place from Puyallup for my appointment on the last whiff of gas in the tank. This almost never happens. I always look for a place to fill up at a quarter tank. Obsessive. So a line popped into my head while I was filling the tank, "my life is so chaotic," it turned eventually into this familiar ditty with new words:
Oh, my life is so chaotic
My brain is cyanotic,
My thoughts all left behind.
I could sort out all my papers,
I could get over the vapors
If I only had a mind.
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