Sometimes.

Sometimes, sitting in class, I daydream about being Godzilla. I sit there, and I think. And my body is restless. And something crys out to throw the desk across the room, to roar. Kind of crazy, I know. Boom. Boom. Stomping little cars. Not even for entertainment. Just because I have these things in my head. Its how it works. Grr. Phospholipids. Molecular Biology. Then...Godzilla!

Yeah. I know. Weird.