Bizarre.
I have these wonderful pair of slippers. Having it was beyond anything else. I always use it. I crave for it. I can’t live without it. But if you could count how many months, days or hours I spent my time with it. Spending without it is definitely longer than the hours spent using it. If I were to tally the total of 12, I indulged myself for about 5 unacceptable long period of shallowness. Heck, where’s the missing 7? I keep on missing that 7. Maybe more on the next 12 or 24 or 36. I don’t know.
This is more than odd.
