In a few minutes I will lay down my head go to sleep (let's face it, it's almost two o'clock in the morning, and I'm not as young as I once was), and I will immediately have multiple plaguing thoughts! All these thoughts are in search of an outlet, considering a dragon can hardly fit in a head the size of a watermelon. I toss all night and brood all day with miniature dilemmas, hardly solving them by keeping them locked away in Fort Knox.
Fort Knox, on the other hand, doesn't always keeps its doors bolted. Any one who has spent more than ten minutes with me (depends on whether I've had my tea that day) can truthfully put forth that I am an incessant chatter head. It often doesn't matter if something is not on my mind. I'll find something to say, mind you, and ninety percent of the time will find it relevant to whatever wasn't being said. Interesting right? No.
Perhaps this is why I find John Mayer's Tweets to be so annoying -- they all sound like they could have come from me! Okay, maybe not all of them, but I gotta wonder.
