Go back to the “you’re not really me” part…no, the “I’m not really you”…could you start over, please?
As a child, I was certain that I was about 23 years old, in a coma, and hallucinating all this…
God, this is a long coma…
I remember reading somewhere in the back of Bart Simpson’s Guide to Life** that the whole universe might be the daydream of a hyperdimensional superbug.
Just a thought.
Also, I’ve seen a lot of rough estimates of the number of “real” people in this world. Can we make it everyone’s homework assignment to count the number of real people in this world?
I know I don’t get out much, so my number is going to be pretty small. Sigh…
I wish the inventor of vB wasn’t real.
::Now awaiting carnivorousplant’s head to explode::
All right, who authorized the exploding heads? I thought we were still rolling heads! Why didn’t I get this memo?