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I feel like I've been through a long, fantastic and very surreal dream...in which I was not me, but someone else in my body, a third person.
Today the rude awakening of reality shook me back to my world, life, setting me back on track after a vacation that lasted a wee bit too much longer than it should have.
I blame it on the blackstar, the suffocating niceness of the solar radiance, yes on the satellite.
Too much Radiohead and the Beatles and stuff.
posted by the stradgirl* on 23:48|