Still that same day...

Ach, I'm such a sad person, for someone who is so happy. Does that need translation? I'm cheery, and if I were looking into the window at myself, I'd condescendingly giggle at the ridiculous smile on my face. Which is there for no reason.

Then I'd wonder how I was hovering outside my window at work. Two stories up. I guess it's better than hoovering that up high. The walls don't have carpet on them outside. Strangely enough, there is carpet on the walls on the inside. Which makes hoovering the walls oh-so-much easier. And relavent.

Can one really giggle at one's own smile? Is that some kind of logical paradox, a conundrum wrapped in a paradox sooo tightly it creates a massive gravitational field that warps space-times-space, which creates a wormhole, that causes a loophole, which is fed through a eye-hole, of a storm, so that the whole world collapses in on itself and destroys the universe?

Or does it just give one hours of unadulterated innocent pleasure in front of the mirror?

Vote? I say 3-to-1 it's the other way. That's right, the other way.