Meanwhile, I had some content before my brain just farted out my anus like a smooshed grape.
I brought Minna to Kingston this weekend. She was a hit. To quote my dad, "I wouldn't normally say this, but I think she's a keeper." So that was pretty cool.
That wasn't my content, but that was pretty cool.
You wake up in a darkened room. The only sound that you can hear is the rasp of your own breathing. Something is wrong, you know that. It's too dark, and you've come awake to suddenly to know exactly what it is.
I don't know what that was, but there you go.