Are they gone?

Well shit fire and smear the sandwiches if I didn’t forget that I popped the seal on some scientifically perfected candies fresh from the great state of Mindyabiz. I got all caught up in some website housecleaning, and instinctively ventured outdoors for a batch of “fine-how-do-you-do’s”. Nevermind the terminology. I’m sky-writing this garbled mess from about 30,000 feet.

I’m pretty sure that raccoons are plotting from beneath my floorboards, but that’s nothing new. I discovered those schemes long before anything kicked in. There’s only one way in or out of this bottleneck, and I’m not beyond biting one of those vermin upon the nape. Is that even a word anymore?

I’m going to sleep now. If I can warp this trip just right, it may rival some Neverending Story styled subconscious woo-hoo’s.

These adventures aren’t meant for the sensible among us, which is why I ran to the front of the line.

Gotta ride this thing out, you know?