Monkey Brain

Here is a slice of my monkey brain from this morning:
Pull into parking spot. Lock car three times (just in case!) and memorize spot number so I can pay for parking at the machine inside the BART Station.
354,354,354,354,354,354-Is that cake batter I smell? Yes, definitely cake batter. Yummy. Who has cupcakes in the BART parking garage? This is much better than the usual stink. Oooh, someone just called the el elevator; whoohoo!
Enter elevator, go into morning fog mode. Exit elevator.
Uh-oh, there’s a train. Better run and catch it! Go, go, go! Settle into BART seat. “The doors are about to close. Please stand clear.”
Oh shit! I forgot to pay my parking!!