A Little Weirder Every Day

Yesterday afternoon I set up an early-morning meeting for today with a potential new client - the only time they could make it before flying back to Chicago. I went to bed early to ensure I'd be able to get up a good two hours earlier than I usually do.

As I got into bed, shifting and situating myself into a comfy spot, I turned my head into the pillow and felt the pain from what must be a fantastic monster zit on the side of my head and I thought, It's a good thing I'm not going to meet with someone about being a dermatologist.

I wonder how long it will be before the number of weird thoughts totally outnumber the other thoughts. Will I notice?