Quicky

I'm just sitting here watching hockey night in Canada between Philadelphia and Pittsburgh (Odd?). I'm running down the home stretch in school, not much work left to do except study. 

I've been thinking lately, but I'm not sure what I'm thinking about. I've caught myself randomly staring off in to space, my mind wandering everywhere and nowhere. When I catch myself I lose my train of thought and can't remember what I was thinking of/about. 

Ted would know what skit I'm thinking of when I say my mind has been forwarding messages to my fax machine. He was right, it is an inefficient process.