Terrifyingly Tart Tofu

Not much to talk about this time, but I figured I would say something because why not? 

Had an interesting conversation with my uncle about sheep. Also robots. He might’ve just been rambling about that Isaac Asimov book and just wanted a blood relative to listen to his thoughts in a public space. We were at a diner.

He’s at that age where he can’t remember which country he lives in half the time and we’ve really only known each other for a few years at best. About halfway through the conversation he thought I was one of my older cousins. Might’ve been the one that passed a few years ago. Not sure. Either way we both agreed to deny the thought ever coming up.

After that all happened we went our separate ways and now I’m laying in bed hoping my prescription medication doesn’t disappear overnight. I still have the type of imagination that thinks inanimate objects get up and walk around all on their own for some reason.

Alright time for some sleep.