Sometimes I can’t fight the feeling that none of this is real, that I’m in some kind of coma or never-ending dream and my mind just keeps conjuring up stranger and stranger scenarios.
I mean it’s no less believable than reality.
It’s a day with a thin blue sky, like it’s been stretched by the heat it contains, and a few clouds hanging. Even the sky seems like it’s had it.
And that’s kind of it for me today, I suppose, not much to say in this state of maybe-coma, but if that is what’s happening, then I’m a little upset with my imagination, because it could do better.
I mean not even ONE unicorn.
Anyway, have a good Tuesday.