Willy Wonka

I'm feeling very random today... My thoughts seem to be dashing through the twistiest, confusingest, most convoluted maze there is.. One minute I'm thinking about Pride and Prejudice or Wives and Daughters or Jane Austen or how I should like to find a nice, oldish kind of book to read and how I should probably start on that Willa Cather book I checked out from the library the other day, the next minute I'm staring listlessly out the window and wondering what tomorrow will be like, and then the next I'm wondering what way I should use to go about counting the stairs (it's either fourteen or sixteen depending on where you start).

O.O

ACK!!

I'm sure that the way I feel probably has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the fact I was up 'til about 2 o'clock this morning watching Phantom of the Opera XD ...

I'm beginning to think that this must have been Willy Wonka's constant state of mind, and, I must say, I don't envy him in the slightest.