In NYC, it has rained 13 out of 17 days this month. At this point, I'm doubting the existence of summer, and possibly even New York. I imagine that I am somewhere in London, delusionally believing in a place called America, where there is free speech and a Starbucks on every corner, and my poor imagination is too crippled to come up with something as exciting as Starbucks delivery service.
The idea of this fantasy world in my head and lack of creativity is further proved by the fact that the radio only plays 10 songs a day, even though I know that other songs exist, and somehow I manage to survive for over a month at a time without grocery shopping. My stock of mac and cheese, pizza rolls, pop tarts and cheerios seem to magically replenish.
The only proof I have that I'm not crazy? My suspicion of my own craziness. After all, the insane can't see their insanity, can they?
But if scientists prove that crazy people know it, I'm done for.
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Wow. I'm bowled over by the existentialism in this post. o_O My head hurts. It's rained too much here, too. Does that mean we're both in London? Does it mean that Cheerios contain magic crystals? And Starbucks is really a portal to a mystical realm? What does it all mean?!?
;)
I suppose if it's raining where you are, you are in the imaginary New York City in my head, which is really London.
As for the magical crystals and mystical realms, well, you'll have to ask the Fraggles or the Muppets from Labyrinth. They would know best :)
Wow! I'd love to trade! Here's there has been nothing but sun, sun, sun! I'm getting a tad tired of sitting in front of my fan, lol.
Hope that it starts clearing up for you soon!
xo
Sophie
Thanks, Sophie! I hope you get some rain :)
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