Replying to Fiddleford is talking to me and I feel like I'm melting. Similar to a candle when the wick is burnt. Into some strange puddle of wax, goop, mush, etc. Not because of anything he's saying but because my neurons feel fried. 0 Sharing Copy link Tools Copy ID Open Comment He told me to sleep but I don't think I physically can. Need to wait until I crash. Something something he thinks I'm a nut. 0 Sharing Copy link Tools Copy ID Open Reactions Replies Add a reply Submit
Fiddleford is talking to me and I feel like I'm melting. Similar to a candle when the wick is burnt. Into some strange puddle of wax, goop, mush, etc. Not because of anything he's saying but because my neurons feel fried.