Some People's Minds Just Work A Bit Different

There was a time, I'm sure, when randomness was not my usual style. I picked it up at some point over the years, and it stuck with me. I generally go about attempting to perfect it these days. Still, it takes days of writing intentionally semi-coherent plotlines (you try writing about a villian who has the ability to constantly change time and history) followed by a day and a half spent sick and rarely moving out of dreamland, much less out of bed, for the most random things to really make sense. As an example, I present the following conversation:

"Why can't you get into the game room?"
"Eeyore."
"No, not who. Why."
"Me?"
"And all your babies. I understand."

Word count to follow much later today, to make myself feel better about the fact that I slept all day yesterday instead of writing. Not that it wasn't entirely my fault; but then again, so was the fact that I did not write on Monday either. There was important social time to have!