Sometimes I get concerned when I see what our psyches and the synchronicity of Scrabble letters put together.
This is today:
Does anyone else think that Scrabble is telling us we’re paving a path to hell? Maybe for wearing a skirt that fell out of fashion 3+ years ago (probably?). I don’t know.
I’m not concerned that Scrabble is telling us to go to Hell. That’s not a problem. But Scrabble telling me we’re passé is disconcerting. In thought? Dress? Philosophy? Is Scrabble saying I’m one step behind on a book idea again?
Yeah…no, I’m not even concerned.
Scrabble, feck off.
Did I mention I’m giving up coffee for Lughnasadh?