my brain starts to freak out like "its five minutes in and we're still on the first one".
always expecting I'm gonna be here slumped over in the pew with a Rip Van Winkle beard listening to middle-school-book-report verses about how on the one thousand nine hundred and fiftieth noel the Stone of Scone, traditional coronation stone of British monarchs, was taken from Westminster Abbey by Scottish nationalist students.