Okay, this is slowly beginning to scare me. I’ve had a few … um … what exactly would you call the opposite of a deja-vu? A preja-vu? *giggles*

Tuesday to Wednesday night I had a thought … I mentally composed the beginning of an SMS: “It’s 02:21 now and [...]“. Sounded roughly good. This happened at about 10 Minutes to 2. Well, I then proceeded to finish my DVD, change into my sleeping clothes and hop into bed. I then grabbed my mobile to actually write that SMS and … it happened to be 02:21 precisely. That’s … scary, ain’t it?

Apart from that I am slightly worried for a friend. Even though I may not appear to be online often, I do follow all sorts of things. I had thought of … helping with that one problem, like I did in the past, but I was very unsure what reaction I might get, so I didn’t.

It’s becoming obvious that somehow the Universe has once again turned a “playful” eye toward me and what’s going on. Ma hand is still hurting and I’m not yet convinced I didn’t break it. Maybe it’s only a hairline fracture, but certain movements hurt way more than others.
I’m consta-pissed at what’s happening around me.