It’s not quite 8:00 and I’m ready for bed. I’m not adjusted to the pace of life here yet, and I’m tired. I drove my car faster today than I’ve driven in more than two months and saw more traffic, and people, and buildings, and stores — and everything. I’m having sensory overload. My brain is over stimulated, like a kid eating Cocoa Puffs. Things move much more quickly here than in Homer..
Thoughts In Random Patterns 