For no good reason, I've felt a bit off all day. For the last couple of days, my sleeping has been worse than usual (which is really saying a lot), so I'm sure that had something to do with it... but there was also something more.
Then, after I got home today, I came across
this post in the
2_0_1_2 community and though: "Gee, that could explain it! A day out of time."
Of course, then I went and read
the page that post linked to. No offense, but that's got to be one of the biggest, fluffiest, new-agey, cuddly alien ridden ideas I've ever heard.
It resonates in no way, shape or form with me.
And who the hell says there were UFOs at
the original Woodstock concert? That little blurb on that page is the first time I've ever heard that. And I grew up down the freakin' street from the concert. Heck, I've even
written about it. There's not much I haven't heard about that weekend in the past 30 years. Ya think it may have been a drug induced memory?
*sigh* Guess it's just been an off day...