Hee hee. Well. I say you should write up a full report for the benefit of the public. Weekends like that don't come along every day.
Those are bizarre enough, that I can't tell if I would fit right in or curl up and die.
Every once in a while I am amazed by what I can sit through in terms of bizarre. For instance Dash and spouse will be flipping out, and I'm going, "Wait, we can handle this. This is cool." The very same not-gonna-see-it-every-day stuff. But it's very risky to try it, like working on a fixture not sure whether you turned the breaker on or off.
With articles like the midget, though, and the prostrate person ~ and the looping effect of him (or her) being able to go either direction as in getting her up (or him), the juxtaposition of those semi-terminal forces gets my mind on a bicycle and I get cycling like AC power and I'm out of here. Lost. Cast adrift in a mortal universe somewhere.
Sprinkled with a touch of "Why am I I I seeing this? Why me, EXACTLY?" That's a weird one you can never answer, because how could you be singled out; and on the opposite hand, if you were, W H Y ???
E-gads.com.
That way lies madness.
Slipping clutch on reality.
Okay, no more details maybe today. Maybe wait til tomorrow, as a matter of professional courtesy.
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