Stream of conscious rambling from a sleep deprived nurse with English degree leanings. Either that or the psychological trait known as flight of ideas...it's a toss up.
06 April 2009
After I ran today I pulled the keys out of my pocket and flung my license to the ground. Except it wasn't my license, it was my debit card. Apparently, that is far more familiar to my muscle memory than getting the ol' DL out. So, if I had gotten mugged this morning they wouldn't have been able to ID the body, but they could have gone shopping!