I think I may be losing my mind. Just a little. Just a slight slackening of my grip on reality.
I guess this is what happens when you go through a lot of change in a short period of time and think way too much about it. Or, at least, this is what happens to me under those circumstances.
Also what happens to me is that Espy and I skip book club in order to eat samosas and run into a goat tied up outside of a bar, like a mother fucking episode of Little Lulu.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, Friends.