Yay, for legal drugs, that make you feel like you are walking on clouds.

My mind is soft, my thoughts are flying around without a clear destination, some are heading towards Marx, Negri and Foucault, some towards scandinavia's largest lighthouse, some towards Descarte's method, some spinn around a particular red troll, some are just standing still wondering what to do.

The body is just as soft, arms feel like just hanging on the side of the main moving piece, legs are struggling to keep the entire moving lump, eyes are watering and nose running. Some sort of tired team spirit is still to be discovered as the lump is successfully moving from destination A to B.

The lump needs tea.