This morning, I had fried eggs. Dad claimed that they tasted strange, so I gave them to the dogs and they snubbed them. Apparently dad notices that things taste off; I simply lose my appetite. I can identify tastes fairly well, but I seem to be incapable of telling normal from odd; my subconscious knows, however.
I had a conversation with stormityne earlier. I felt odd. Feel odd, rather. Or was it felt...? I cannot tell and have not been able to tell. I simply have this overwhelming feeling of uncertainty to express, or maybe not.
It's one of those days.
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