Ever find yourself being snapped out of a wierd daydream of what you would say at somebody's funeral??

Why does this happen?

I'm in the car thinking about my friend in Rolla I need to call, which leads me to think of Damien, the boy I used to tudor in Springfield and that I should call him up while I'm in town to see him, because I miss him, and man...What if he moved away? I should have called last time I was in town...Why didn't I call? What if something happened to him? Would anyone have called me from Springfield to let me know? Would I go to his funeral? Of course! I would have to go to his funeral. I couldn't miss it! And I would have to speak, say something, about how sweet he was even though I wanted to strangle him sometimes for being such a brat, but he was like a little brother to me, and I remember one time when went to Target and he asked me to help him pick out a Valentine's box of candy for his teacher and then when we got back to my car he said, Surprise! It's for you! And I was so touched that he-


"Katy?"
"....Huh? Oh...What?"

And then you're suddenly back to reality thinking WHYYYYYYYYY was I thinking about THAT? How in the heck did I go from thinking of my best friend in Rolla to practicing my hypothetical eulogy for Damien's funeral! What is going on here????

Must be the holiday stress. Though I shouldn't complain..it was a warm and delicious 68 degrees today in sunny Springfield. Jealous anyone?

-listening to N.E.R.D.