It's like as if the sun, moon, earth and stars have all aligned to make my last few days very melodramatic.

You know, it's the kind of day that you'll never ever remember or nothing really momentous happens. It's not happy / happy / good, it's not bad, and definitely it's not terrible. They're the kind of days that sometimes you feel it's leading up to something big.

Poor Lemmy. He's had to deal with me. With lots of hugs and kisses. And he put Stargate aside just to make sure that all is well with my mental being.

Still, I feel a little bit misplaced. Like as if I came home to the wrong house last night and I went to the wrong job today.

Something doesnt feel right.

Maybe I'm phasing in and out dimensions. Who knows. It's all that Stargate I've been watching.