Strange.
I was tired and exhausted after a marathon reading of His Dark Materials series by Philip Pullman, and I got onto this blog to say how tired I was and why, and how sad the story ended(those kind of sad but happy endings). But now, I feel revived. It's like how you run a race, and you're extremely tired but happy that you've finished and you're convinced yourself that nothing will be better than taking a rest, and then you find that you're wide awake and still going fine. But for books it's much different. It's as if you finally managed to understand something and you're feeling all the more better for it.
Gah. I know I'm making no sense, but I can't help it.
I have a very weird question. How many alternate universes can one create?