mythopoeics

I meant to turn on the video but I am not going to change it over now because I'm terrified to touch anything. But tell me, am I going mad? Am I stuck in some bizarre dream or is this another game? Because I was going to go to bed when Baldric insisted he needed to go out immediately. And, annoyed, I went to get his leash.

[something is shaken and it's certainly not a leash] And that, the moment I grabbed it, turned into silk flowers! And after he took care of himself on my kitchen floor, I grabbed the mop and it turned into butterflies. Good lord, butterflies! And after that, my struggle to not screech down the whole apartment building and then ridiculous concern I had swallowed one of the butterflies, I managed to make myself tea after five tries.

[a subtle groan is offered then] Please tell me I'm not alone in this. Please tell me something is going on with everyone and I am not mad. I am not.

Please?

Beannachtai Na Feile Padraig!

What in the fucking hell is wrong with me? I have not had a proper goddamn smoke all goddamn day, because every fucking time I go to light the fucking thing, I'm holding a pigeon or a snake or some shit. I tried to smoke this morning, went to light the damn thing, and bam. Fucking baby snake.

Yes I'm fucking mad.