The Obscure

Something is not quite right, here, to be sure. The way the shadows are hitting the floor lately, it is a little off.
It is so strange when you can feel your life getting skewed, things start happening in weirder and weirder ways. Sometimes it gets so that you are no longer living in a continuous stream; it is more like being presented with hour-long independent increments of existence. It is not that I am living a day to day life, it is that patches of time are being sewn into my conscious mind.
Wouldn't it be strange, if a piece of someone else's life at a different time were inserted into My patchwork?
I'd blink and suddenly be a German mercenary in the Revolutionary War, and then I'd blink again and be back in this place.
That would be kind of like Quantum Leap.
You know what always pissed me off about Quantum Leap? The main character's name was "Sam". Sam is not a main character name, Sam is a supporting character name. Al IS a main character name, but that was the name of the hologram guy with the cigars. Doesn't that just irk your irksome bones?
'Cause it sure as hell irks mine!

Maybe it's just the prospect of moving that's screwing me up, here. I don't know, but something is definitely making things shakier than normal; which is something I definitely could've done without.
I'm gonna head out now, fellas. Have a good'un.