Smiling faces

Last night before I fell asleep, I came up with a series of mental observations which I meant to write down. They were stunningly profound; I think anyone who read them would've experienced something equivalent to a drug-induced epiphany.

I forgot that I'd been so lucid last night, until now.

I can't remember any of it.

There is irony hidden in there. Many levels of it.

I'm on to my second houseguest in three days. The last one was warm and cuddly. This one sleeps on the couch.