I feel like everything is happening in 24 hours, or one week, or one month. And not now. And time is moving so slowly, and everything that I do in between is ridiculous and pointless.
I think I saw someone who looked kind of like what I remember you looking like, but wasn't sure, at Barnes & Noble just a few minutes ago. I was the guy walking around with the retarded-confused-surprised look on my face, and a guy with dreads.
If this really happened, sweet! If I totally imagined that whole event, imagine I didn't write this comment.
Aaahhhh.... it all makes sense now :). I do remember seeing you walk by and thinking "That person looks like maybe they know me... and maybe I know them... hmmm."
My book is sitting on my bed and I can't believe I have to go to work now for 8 hours. Noooo!
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If this really happened, sweet! If I totally imagined that whole event, imagine I didn't write this comment.
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My book is sitting on my bed and I can't believe I have to go to work now for 8 hours. Noooo!
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