oh dear.

note to the wise:
these are just my rambling thoughts.
don't read any more if you feel the need for something productive or thought-provoking.


today i walked home from work, my head accepting but not welcoming the knowledge of my impending chemistry test. i had my face turned up to the sky. completely. i could easily have tripped on a walnut or been struck by an old grumpy man in an old grumpy car, and i probably would have deserved it, too. it really isn't wise to be so careless in the middle of the street.

anyhow, as i was staring up at that glorious ol' sky, i began to wonder what i'd do if i saw a person falling from it. i wouldn't try to catch him or anything dumb like that for obvious reasons of gravitational force and momentum. or whatever. but i couldn't just watch the flailing shape of his rag-doll silhouette steadily increase in size in my pupils as it sped toward the rocky earth. what could i do?

and then my imagination went all macgyver on me. i'm not really the inventing sort, though, so i was limited to some sort of parachute-suction-cup-pop-gun. an inflatable mattress might be nice in theory, but inadequate and impractical in reality.

but man, this poor guy. he'd come crashing down onto the cement and just be all squashed. and i'd be standing there having done nothing about it. and it would probably scar me for life. and this situation has probably happened to someone in the world, you know?

and then i just decided to forget about it, and i strolled on, humming along with some christmas songs, trying very hard not to dwell on being home alone(ish) with a dear chemistry test.

on the bright side, i saw mrs. kate on high street and she said kyrie and sienna are coming home tonight! phew. good thing. maybe you guys can help me snap out of this.