From a turning standpoint

Clouds do move

Everything about today just felt kind of... off, you know?
Do you know? Do I even know? Does anyone really know anything?
Maybe, maybe someone, somewhere knew something once. But then, what happened to them?
Have you heard of the Fermi paradox?

If tangents were arms I would have, well, an abundance of arms. Enough to form an army. Eh? Eeeeeh?
Who am I kidding, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that strange, misshaped and interestingly decorated diaries that I found in what seems to be parallel universe don't have much of a sense of humor. But you can't blame me for trying to lighten the mood. Come to think of it, do puns exist here? Because I mean, simple things like lamp shades and round doorknobs don't. So why would puns?

Ah, I'm getting side tracked. So.... You want to hear about my day? I mean, you're a diary and that's kind of what diaries do, listen.

My alarm, that's what woke me up. Such a mundane start to an absolute shit-show of a day. Although, the beeps seemed to be a semitone lower in pitch.
That was the first of a long line of differences that I noticed.