I’m at that point in the Thon where you aren’t quite sure if you’re hallucinating or not but you think you recall that perhaps time, as a dimensional force, probably shouldn’t be made of colors. We’re talking full spectrum light show here. And when did my eyes grow moss? It feels like they’re covered in moss. I’ll have to take my eyes at their word seeing as how I’m to tired to feel them. It’s probably bad that my eyes are talking huh? They said you’d say that, it’s so typical of you.

Other observations:

I hate everyone who is asleep right now. Since I’m half asleep I only mildly loath myself. The first time I wrote that I wrote ‘loaf myself’, now I want bread.

I keep feeling like bugs are crawling on me. I think maybe they really are. I guess I should clean up that jam I spilled.

I think I ate too many smoked almonds. My mouth tastes like wood chips and sadness.