First of all, I got over the existential crisis I had yesterday, don't worry.
Second of all, existence looks pretty weird sometimes. (In a not-crisis way, though.) I was taking the dog to get his nails cut and it all just looked so weird - the parking lot, the weather, the buildings, everything. The feeling lasted a second and then it was gone.
Perhaps it was premonishing the winter cap with a furry pompom on top I was about to see in the athleisure store next to the pedicurist.
Or perhaps it was a glitch because I'm dead already.
Or perhaps I was feeling particularly weird-good because I had enjoyed my now famous panna cotta earlier, this time with blackcurrants, and it had been so excellent that I wonder both how it could not have had an effect on my perception of reality and how I'm supposed to not have it again later today.
I've also had a slight stomachache since waking up this morning, though. So maybe it was that.
RK out.
