Subconscious Takeover

Apparently I've just been completely out of it.

Last night, I was driving back to Columbia. I ran out of Puppy Chow for Apollo in the morning, and it was late, and he was whining, and I knew he was hungry. I stop at Walmart to get some kibble for the pup. I go in, grab the bag, a coke, and go through the line. On my way out of the store, without even thinking about what i was doing, as if maybe I thought the floor was pavement or something, I spat inside Walmart. I'm not sure why. It took me a while, like a minute, to even realize that I did it. Yes, I hate that place. Yes, I would burn them all to the ground if I thought it would do any good. But being by myself with a bag of dog grub and cola, there would be no reason to just spit. I guess I was just tired, but it was weird.

Welcome to my out-of-body life.