Demon of Justic, chapter 30

"I am not filthy rich," [Relena] sniffed haughtily, drawing herself upright in her chair. "All my money is scrupulously clean. That’s what banks have coin washers for. ... Naturally, Pargan has the bills dry-cleaned before he irons them..."

I find this extremely amusing. Perhaps not so much as some of the author babbles, but funny none the less.

So I'm sharing it with people because I feel like it.

*think think*

There's something peculiar in the songs my brain chooses to play back for me, at the times when there's no music or noticeably distracting-able (able to distract me, that is) sounds to keep me occupied. For two days straight, a song I haven't actually listened to in ages plagued me in the bits and pieces I could remember. I can't remember them now, too.

Then, for a while, Michael Jackson's BillieJean played over and over, just the chorus, in a neverending sound. This is my head, mind. Completely within my own mind, yet so often it seems as though it's being played elsewhere.

Now I have Unforgiven (by Metallica). - part 1 only, at this point, but it could very easily turn into part 2, seeing as they're so similar.

"What I felt, what I've known, never shines through in what I've shown..."

And so on.

Should this disturb me?