Everything seems slightly askew as of late.
Time has slowed to a screeching halt, the clocks came to a stop and then began running in reverse. The well established fact that time is irrelevant should be comforting, but it admittedly is not.
I am constantly looking behind me and keep getting the overwhelming sensation that I'm getting way ahead of myself. Lastly, and unexplainably, I have an irresistible craving...for salt.
Time has slowed to a screeching halt, the clocks came to a stop and then began running in reverse. The well established fact that time is irrelevant should be comforting, but it admittedly is not.
I am constantly looking behind me and keep getting the overwhelming sensation that I'm getting way ahead of myself. Lastly, and unexplainably, I have an irresistible craving...for salt.
Today's Jazz Hands are moving counter clockwise.
Day three-hundred and six complete.
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