Tea is soothing. I wish to be tense.
Well, I know I'm back in America now. I've been knocked unconscious.
The earth is definitely doomed.
Pardon me for finding the glass half full.
Things involved with a computer fill me with a childlike terror. Now, if it were a nice ogre or some such I'd be more in my element.
Books smell. Musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer, it has no texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be...smelly.