Soooo..
Two nights ago I woke up with a sensation that my legs were burning. I had put on a sports balm before going to bed (on my legs but also my shoulders and arms) and I woke up because my skin on my calves were on fire (but no where else). I tried everything--wiping them down with cold water, even taking a shower and rinsing the balm off with soap, but nothing. I was starting to panic. They were so hot that I had to cool them down with zip-locked ice packs. The next morning I woke up and it was almost surreal. Did that really happen? Yes, ESP'd the two thawed zip-locked ice packs at the foot of the bed.
Then last night, I woke up again, frantically searching for my two bowls of swimming goldfish. I do not own goldfish, and pretty much never have. I was, again, in a near-panic. I went to bed disheartened for they were nowhere in sight, and it was only this morning that I was able to tell myself, Miss Ai, you don't own goldfish.
Oh, yeah.
4 comments:
Could perhaps just maybe remotely have something to do with being on international media reporting news of huge important to a lot of people? (Like being a goldfish in a goldfish bowl. And who was the goldfish's keeper, watching out for you? Probably you didn't have one, besides yourself.)
Just a thought. Really.
I suppose it could have something to do with my golden personality, swimmingly good looks, and big puffy cheeks. I was the goldfish keeper. The keeper of nonexhistant goldfish. Hmmmm....
we imagine lots of fun things when we are half asleep. 死ね〜
あれは怖かった（笑）
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