I woke up this morning with a strong sense of existential dread. It was like someone had poured a bucket of anxiety into my brain while I was still asleep.

As I went to make myself a cup of coffee, I realized that the coffee mug I was using had a mysterious stain that seemed to be staring back at me.

Later, while browsing the internet, I stumbled upon a forum dedicated to the intricacies of antique door hinges. It was like my brain was trying to tell me something.