Asking my old man if he had seen the vial of 2,5-dimethoxy-4-methyl-beta-nitrostyrene that I had been searching all over the house for. (I eventually found it, sitting on a kitchen shelf, of all the crowbegotten places, behind a bottle of milkshake flavoring)
And singing, to the fields of the nephilim CD thats currently playing on my CD player. And growling along to a Kittie album.