I'm still obsessing over my pyramid teabags. Whoever invented those must be a genuis. The pyramid teabag is one of the little miracles of everyday life. I like those. Everyday miracles, sorta. The world we live in is so utterly weird that the best thing to do is just to find a really comfy sofa and observe it all from a secure distance.
Yesterday, I was observing the faulty seatbelt in my workmate's car, the amount of unwanted newpapers gathering on my kitchen table, the flowers on my balcony that insist on surviving through what must be described as divine intervention due to the extent of neglect their subject to. There's plenty of things to ponder over if one only takes the time to do it. Which I don't really, because I've got so much to do I can feel myself getting closer to a heart attac by the second.
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