Allegedly. I do have a modicum of control over my Tuesday nights and apparently this is what I gravitate towards. If there's a hammock, for example, I'll gravitate towards that too.
Whoa, where did this choir come from? You know how sometimes you're wandering through a dark forest and then a choir starts singing all around you? I'm not easy to faze, generally, and this threw me a bit.
Ultimately, I decided it probably had nothing to do with me, and I pressed on. I still hear them now, fading in the distance. Of course, they could be keeping up with me and just singing more softly to make it seem like they're fading into the distance. Choirs are crafty, sometimes. Do not underestimate their aural abilities.
They're probably not doing that.
This seems like a good time to go to sleep.
