"Oh brother," he says. "Not that Little Weirdo again!"
Something occurred to me. While I'm writing about NOT writing about Kitty Baby, I actually AM writing about him.
Mind = Blown!
Also, the song, "Elvira," is on a loop playing inside my head.
(You know what would make this song better? At approximately 1.02 into the video, where they say "mow mow" ... let's change it to "meow meow." Done. All the little Oak Ridge Boys in my brain are think-singing it that way now.)
I think I've coughed out all my oxygen and my mind is riding on years of accumulated coffee fumes.
Sickness can be a real trip sometimes.