Today I, by M

feel like the book i spent like weeks listening to had the suckiest most idiotic end ever. It was literally justfuckingridiculous. Makes me resent listening to the slow cadence of the narrator and the pointless meandering descriptions. I mean seriously.

Besides that I feel pretty good- sort of like a neon pink race car that has been left in the overgrown grass. It's really nice but i'm not getting anywhere where i need to go and if i stay much longer i might get run over by a mower, hit by a weedwhacker or gnawed on by a dog.

Today I, by M

feel like a metallic purple ball, about the size of a basketball. i'm hovering about 80ft in the air against a hazy blue sky. Every few minutes I lose loftness and fall about 20ft and come back up again. There doesn't seem to be any one else uphere with me.