Saturday, 24 December 2011
This... Where?... What? I don't even... O.K. so I woke up in... What could only after a severe stretching of the definition be called a room. Apparently this place was made without an understanding of the word room or a grasp of the basic laws of reality.O.K. so I can't really describe the room, but suffice it to say the corners point inwards. Let's take stock. All my body parts present, accounted for and in there proper place. Now let's examine the... Um room. I don't see any way out and no possible way in or possible way for this room to exist, but we've already talked about that. And suddenly there's a window... in a wall... that's on the ceiling... It's been at most a minute or two and already I hate this place.