I occasionally re-read my blog articles and wonder if I was hallucinating in a fever dream while typing poorly translated incantations. It looks like words arranged into sentences, but it doesn’t make a lot of sense. I’ve been updating some of them so they aren’t as confusing, or, in some cases, so they actually make sense.
The truth is that I often write while having morning coffee. Perhaps I should wait until after morning coffee?
There’s a Goth band name: Mourning Coughy. Or, Mourning Coffin. heh. So dumb.