Sometimes, a word just pops into my brain and I think and think about it, wondering why I thought about it. Sometimes I wonder what it means. Sometimes, I wonder what brought it up. Somewhere, in the recesses of my brain, I must store these oddities and just to screw with me, they float up to the surface.
Today's word was "Doncaster". Now, I really don't know what it that is, but it came to me in the shower that it is the name of a race track in England.
Why did I dream about an immature cobra that walked on its tail the other night?
How messed up am I?
And the worst part of it all is that I can't call Mom to tell her how weird these things are.
I miss you, Mom.