The complete dissolution of my mind to good omens brainrot is complete.
About two hours into my three hour drive to the city my Spotify app got buggy and wouldn’t play anything. Voice control wasn’t helping and I didn’t really want to start fucking with the touchscreen while doing 80 in traffic. I could’ve unplugged my phone and plugged it back in, that usually fixes it.
Instead, for the first time in, I reckon, a month, I flicked to the city-based golden oldies station that we don’t even have reception for at home. Didn’t tune past other stations, just jumped right into that.
Time After Time was about a quarter of the way through.
I actually screamed “what the fuck?” and questioned the existence of a higher power for a split second.
I then screamed, whispered, yelled and muttered “what the fuck?” several more times, much to the concern of my dog.
And this was after mentally rewritten a whole bunch of fic for most of the journey.
My brain is actually a puddle at this point.
