I'm going to attempt to capture a stream of consciousness on paper, after it actually happened. I don't usually write stream of consciousness, so please be patient with me.
Hmm... I wonder what the bloggers are writing about today. Listening... Click "ad to del.icio.us". Click. Nah.
Where's Baxter going? Is there a squirrel in the house? I hope Baxter doesn't try to kill it. Hmm... That sounds like a big squirrel. Click, click post.
That's a really big squirrel. Wait, I don't think squirrels can shut doors, can they? And I don't know of any squirrels that can flush. Is someone in the house? Should I call 911? Should I call Dad at work? No, he can't do anything. (This is when I start praying really really hard.)
I think someone's in the house. They're coming this way. "Who is that???!"
Turns out it was dad all along! And I still don't think squirrels can flush ttoilets.