This morning, the ad on the side of my bus spontaneously fell off on the highway.
My fingertips are tingling, and my right elbow is slightly colder than my left.
The women's restroom smells like Froot Loops.
And, most importantly, a drawing of mitochondria has mysteriously appeared on my work notepad.
Not that your wrong, but maybe all signs are pointing to the end of world being tomorrow. I feel it. In my house I have a strange collection of Reeces cereal, JIF, Tuna and saltines and it says to me you need to get out! Be it out of the world, the state, or the house, the food doesn't say...but it does say that today is not the end of world. Until tomorrow.... As Wittgenstein says...'eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.' Embrace the fruit loop smell, i guess...
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