Ne znam što mi se događa... Kao da je odjednom

Ne znam što mi se događa... Kao da je odjednom sve izmijenjeno - ono što bi trebalo biti gore, sad je dolje i obratno...

I poured myself a glass of orange juice and it flew up to the ceiling. My eggs and bacon were hovering. Pushing them down, I remembered, must pay gravity bill.

I scrambled across the ceiling to grab my phone before it went into the A/C vent. Then I remembered I HAD tried to pay Gravity Bill, but even Vector Victoria and her gang didn't kn

my little dog Fubar barked at him furiously. Then the house crashed down and I tumbled out the door. "You've killed the Wicked Theoretical Physicist of the West!" cried a group of

hooligans who were somewhat obssessed with biology, a fact that fueled their hate for physics, in particular the now dead Wicked Theoretical Physicist of the West. I pushed through

the doorway into the other room. God, I just couldn't stand these people. Why do I insist on buying my coffee here? There's another coffee place right next door.

But they sell the severed fingers of little children as treats, however less pretentious their clientele might be. I had to make a decision, which place would I offer my custom?

I chose a cozy little tavern on the edge of town. It was about two in the morning as I approached the front door. Carefully I unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down. I took a

moment or two, then snapped wide awake. I'd been sleepwalking again! Quickly zipping my fly againt the cool night air I turned around and headed home, wondering what I'd done...