I have been watching Twin Peaks, which apparently causes me to question my ability to comprehend reality.
I was in the kitchen, watching dishes, and suddenly there was a woosh and a flash of light.
Like a fireball.
It lasted for barely a blink of time.
I…thought that maybe I was hallucinating.
…then it happened again.
I went out and told the people working the bar, because if there were fireballs in the kitchen, and something exploded, I needed people to know that it was not my fault.
Then, a few hours later the new chef *also* saw the fireball.
So, good news/bad news…
Good News: I’m not hallucinating.
Bad News: …There are *FIREBALLS* in the kitchen.