When the Unconscious Mind Runs Wild

For some reason, a disproportionate (evidently "disproportional" would have worked here, too.) number of things has my thinking skewing particularly libidinous. Weevil once told me that the average man thinks about sex once every seven seconds. That time frame seemed ridiculously brief to me. Seven seconds for Weevil, sure. I used to believe that thinking about sex once or twice an hour was a bit high. Today, I'm probably making up lost ground. There is no frustration involved, either. I actually find myself in a very good mood.

My music choices are only contributing to this. Aerosmith, Stone Temple Pilots, and The Doors are seldom counted among pure and chaste bands.

I had to retype that first paragraph a surprising number of times to remove any accidental innuendo.

I can't think of a witty way to end this. I think all my creativity has been spent on the run up to finals. With that in mind, I will just say good night.