It’s Wednesday, so I open up my brain and pour out a bit of what I deal with every waking moment for all the world to see. These are random thoughts.

It’s January and it’s cold, but random thoughts stops for no cold snap.

It’s a new year, and the erratic firing of my neural pathways is already spacing me out. These are random thoughts.

I’m on “break,” and my brain is being orbited by the Oort Cloud of my attention. Welcome to random thoughts.

Christmas is coming, my brain is melting. With a mind in this state, how could my thoughts be anything but random?