I am in the process of writing a Private entry, and in the middle of it, I spouted this, which is just far too hilarious to keep to myself:
I am looking at my lava lamp—it’s been on for hours now—and I am realizing that it sort of resembles my mind right now: amorphous blobs of mysterious goo, rising and sinking in unknowable patterns. There are giant blobs and smaller blobs, and tons of little tiny blobs floating around, too. And none of it is leading anywhere, none of it ends up anywhere different; it floats to the top, bumps around with the other blobs, and then drifts back down to the bottom. And then the process repeats, over and over, until I kill the power and the hot lamp setting it all in motion, goes cold.
There’s a big bottle of Disaronno next to the lava lamp.
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