Its a strange world...

Okay, so the other day I had the chance to spend some not-so-quality time in a semi-deserted food court. Yummers. So I'm sitting there, struggling to drink this coffee that's really reheated bitumen, looking at all these empty tables, the stragglers, and just generally waiting for the stupid shopping mall to get going so I get started on some good old retail therapy. (Not that I had any money to buy, but its the thought that counts, right?)

And then it hits.

( evidence of my strange brain under here )

Yeah. I'd *pay* to see that. Actually, I'd happily be paid to write/read it.

So. That's my thought for the day/week. And what does that say about me and the way my brain works?