smasher

So the other night I had a bit of a surreal experience.

I was *very* drunk and laying down on my friends porch waiting for him to get home from the store. I was looking aimlessly at the night sky and noted that it was a full moon that night. Then I noticed that there were in fact two full moons. Mind you, I'm not the kind that starts seeeeing double when he's drunk, but I'm the kind that when sufficiently drunk could find the notion of two moons in the sky perfectly plausible. I must of stared at them for a good ten minutes before one of them dissapeared and I realised that they were just somebodies bay windows.

Oh well.