There is no way I’m going to be able to describe the eerieness of this. As I was walking towards a door at work, it opened. All of our doors ate locking security doors.
When I stepped back to take this picture, the door stayed open, and then slowly closed when someone came up the stairs behind me.
The sleeping bag that I keep in my car was like this when I opened the garage this morning. There is no Velcro on the piece that’s holding it up, and when I grabbed it I got a wallop of a shock.
I’m at a BBQ before going to the fireworks that my exceptionally nerdy college hosts every year. I can’t update emmanation from my iPhone, so today Stockholm is happening here.
The shirt is from my dad, he bought it at the international spy museum. Which is awesome.
