Thoughts thought whilst traveling from the 5th floor to the 2nd floor via escalator:
“These steps seem more slippery than usual. I guess it’s because it’s raining or something.
I guess I don’t have to walk back up the escalator. I could just stand and ride. Who’s gonna know?
I’ll know. That’s enough.
I should write a blog entry about this. I like reading inner dialogue stuff. I bet someone else does too.”
Riveting.
I happen to adore inner dialogue…it’s a peep into the secret mind of another person. And it’s usually funny as hell.