It's been only forty-eight (coincidence?) hours and I'm already missing OM.
It's like a drug, like a boost of unreality and awesomeness. For three days I was on a high, having fun and making people happy. That's always good, right? And then today I'm brought back to down to earth with the hard thump of normal distributions and carboxylic acids, with commercialized education and idiots who don't know when to give applause.
I need escape. I need OM. I need fun, laughter, peace and joy.
Withdrawal symptoms,
The Edna Man
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