Yesterday, I found myself surreptitiously dropped into an inflatable ball pit.
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| How did I get here? |
Let's ignore the fact that it claims to be for the use of 2-8 year-olds. I'm pretty sure the 2018 on my shirt means the same thing as whatever that prescription said.
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| So I guess that's what balls taste like |
My lack of any other obligations has put me up to all sorts of tomfoolery. When I'm not busy planning things five months from now, my mind degrades into a state where any form of nonsense is amusement. (But wait...I thought it was normally like that?)
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