A Fantasy Mind (Word picked at random from dictionary, because otherwise I’m already writing my entry)
A mind may be a terrible thing to waste, but when any part of it that’s damaged can be recreated, it’s easy to stop worrying about that sort of thing. It’s sort of funny, too, that philosophers have been debating the existence of minds for centuries, but I’m the first one to be able to confirm that I have one. That’s right, me. And the reason I can say for sure is that it’s fantastically awesome. Well, no, I’m kidding. The real reason is that I made it up. Just like you might have made a story up when you were a little kid, I made a mind up when I was bored one afternoon. Sometimes I carry it around with me on a leash, if I feel like getting attention.