No, I don't think that I'm psychic, but my response to this feeling will still be to cower at home in bed with my stuffed bunny, Mr Bunnykins, and watch TV while eating tasty pie and waiting for the sky to fall.
On a related note, I am publishing an unauthorized reproduction of my convo about this subject with Paul (Paul italics, and I am bold, in general, but in this case in font as well) from this a.m. So read it ASAP in case Paul demands I take down this inflammatory and speculative hogwash.
I am feeling this deep sense of foreboding. Very nervous and frantic feeling. Is this silly?
Is this just a general sense of foreboding or is it over something specific? Personally I have been quite weirded out over a series of occurrences, so if you wanted to tell me that the fabric of space and time is collapsing around me...
I would like reality to be kept in a very large rubber cement bottle. The kind with the brush. Reality bottles would be cumbersome and hard to open. I can picture some form of hijinx ensuing simply from trying to open a crusty old reality bottle. The smell of reality would also give me a headache.
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If I had known I was going to be quoted on the SUC, I would have taken the time to reread what I wrote and cleaned up the grammar. :)
Hey, no need to post this, but you're slacking on the job. I know you have the same RSS news feed I do, so why isn't this up?
http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070820/od_afp/entertainmentbritain;_ylt=AmzCfcA6VJdEjl9PgOIdYB2s0NUE
Drew
how is it possible that i missed this.
i'm a failure.
murrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
This reminds me of long conversations between my friends about Cosmic White Out. Man do I wish that existed.
Any other fanciful abstract office supplies one can huff?
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