Brainsalad
The frightening consequences of electroshock therapy

I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body.

This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence.

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A Brainsalad moment (more reason to keep this blog anonymous)

I'm moving through my parking lot when the following thoughts pass through my head in the course of a couple of seconds.

"Hey, that car looks like mine."

"No. It can't be mine. I don't have a bumper sticker like that."

"I parked in the front of the parking lot. Where is my car?"

"Uh oh. I don't see it. I wonder if it got stolen?"

I look frantically around and in my rear view mirror.

"Oh wait. I'm driving it."

"Doh!"


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