Reminders.

Every time I look at a clock, it seems to be 11:34.

There are certain things that I grow weary of remembering, although I would not choose to let them go if I could, strangely enough. Do you ever have the experience of remembering something that presently is so divorced from your experience that on an unconscious level you begin to question if it was real at all? It is a terribly distressing feeling.

I should be in bed...as should you. Go on...