My head's doing strange things tonight. My eyes wander around the room, pausing on an object occasionally, and random thoughts pop up about that object. I was on the phone to Aidan verbalising those thoughts, and I think I made no sense whatsoever. Phone and floor both have ffff sounds. So does elephant. I want an elephant. Altoids always sounds like some throat disease, not mints. I'm naked from the waist down and it's not even for a good reason. I'm spending too much on my credit card. I wish I could write like Douglas Adams. I'm in love with Aidan and I'm going to marry him. His ring is on my finger and it's pretty. My bookshelf is overflowing. The latest rose Aidan gave me is dying. This sticky tape isn't mine I think it's Cossack's.