sinjun

Stream of Consciousness

The clouds cover the sky, dull grey and ominous. Soft water droplets hit the pavement with the force of cotton, each one driving a lance into my skull. Low pressure systems are currently the bane of my existence, and really if that’s the least of my worries, I don’t think I’ve much to complain about. Things could be worse. Though I am not happy about my watering eyes and too heavy head.

I’d say I’m in a grouchy mood, but I’m not really. Despite having the Darth Vader march stuck in my head still – sorry, you’ve not gotten rid of it yet. (Spin, damn you, spin!) I guess I’m temporarily grumpy, but that’s only cause I’m bored. There are so many things I’d like to be working on, but they all include being at home to do them.

Do you have to be conscious to have a stream of conscience?