This is how you know you're spacey... somewhere in your mind you register that you're crossing a busy one-way street (which, ahem "you" cross more than once daily on average). However, you're so off in your own little world you engage in the automatic habit of looking up the street for cars, but look -the wrong way-.
Honestly, anyone who's met my mother is automatically more understanding about my spaciness. Understanding maybe isn't the right word... "impressed at how high-functioning I am" is more like it.
I just wrote an entire paper about a photograph of Tom Cruise. I need to stop lying about being a Media anthropologist. Emphasis on the Media. I tried to switch fields. I realized I was just restless as usual... will I ever get it together?
In the meantime, I'm in the library. And when I say I'm cooler than you, I mean the AC is actually creating wind in here.
p.s. Peter Murphy on Tuesday!!!11!!! He's on the short list of musicians I actually care about seeing live.