Disturbed Lunatic Caressing a Piece of Ordinary Cardboard

Yesterday my last three functioning brain cells collectively decided I could no longer tell the difference between ridiculously luxurious design-like felt panels and a completely ordinary white cardboard box at the home improvement store , so there I was like an absolute lunatic gently stroking cardboard to feel the nice felt texture

I blame severely derailed sleep deprivation.

Naturally I forgot to take a photo of the entire cardboard catastrophe, so instead: here’s a picture of the half-soft boiled egg…