this is your brain on new moon

I just spilled sweet and sour sauce on my desk. Here are the thoughts that followed, in the order they occurred:

1. Don't get it on the carpet for fuck's sake!

2. Ooooh, that kinda looks like blood. Mmm, Edward. *Homer Simpson slobbering noise*

3. Don't get it on your pants for fuck's sake!

At least I kept my priorities in order throughout the emergency.