I had a brain MRI this past Friday. I am highly claustrophobic, so I took two Xanex (not at the same time) before I went. Well, apparently, the second one tipped me over the edge. While in the waiting room, I was evidentially heard babbling some total nonsense about bunny rabbits smoking cigarettes and chewing tobacco. Where the heck I dredged that up into my drug-addled brain is anyone's guess!!

I then went on to expound about how if you want your cat to grow, you have to put it into a bigger skin. I vaguely remember thinking that when cats get to a certain size, they have to change skins or they don't grow any larger (kind of the "gold-fish-in-a-bowl" syndrome.) But their old skin isn't wasted because you just use it for a smaller cat.

From what I've been told, I was the hit of the waiting area. But I'll never be able to show my face at that hospital again!!!