About this time yesterday, while bathing, I suddenly thought of a wonderful idea. ...That is all.
"Do moths sleep? Yes, they do." - WikiAnswers. Now what I'm left wondering is whether or not moths dream.
"Every second, the world changes forever." - myself, about three years ago, having developed a liking for aphorisms.
You want to know more about me? Well, about six months ago, I wrote on both sides of a piece of paper at the same time.
In the late 1800s, people referred to the recent inventions of the day as "improvements". To be so trusting and optimistic!
Some sort of idea: every time you receive a tweet, you hear musical notes corresponding to the characters of the message.
It's telling how many dreams I have about rushing to catch a bus or train, but never once actually riding it. This is my life, it seems.
I hear an animal's shreik while listening to a podcast. For moments, I do not know if the sound is emanating from my window or my computer.
Do you hear the sound of many burglars' feet on the iron roof? Relax, for it is only... fat possums.