Even More Random Thoughts

The music feed I'm listening to is playing Elvis' take on "Suspicious Minds" and now I'm thinking about the parody version I wrote in high school, titled "The King's Last Song":

I'm taking a crap,
I can't get it out,
Because I'm constipated baby.

Wish I could remember the rest of the lyrics.
 
Stages of Xerxes82's panic attacks:

1) Heart racing
2) Lightheadedness
3) Roaring in ears, increasing in volume
4) Universe begins spinning, clockwise, roughly 3-5 revolutions per minute
5) Color leeches out of the universe, going fully monochromatic
6) Lose ability to stand. Full vertigo

I've never gone past stage 6. Blackout maybe?

Today was two stage 4's and one stage 5. Yuck.
 
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