Just another day

I don't think anyone knows this page is even here, and yet it makes me feel a bit better when I put my endless ramblings out into the world. Why is that? And how many bloggers have had this question? I imagine I have no original ideas anymore. Everything that I imagine has already been patented, said, discredited or pictorialized. Is it even possible with 4 billion people in the world with thoughts racing around the clock, that originalality even exists anymore? Or even better, are we somehow linked to someone we have never met but share the exact same thought process? Wow, I had a strange dream last night. And this is the result. I am running late as usual and kicking myself for not washing any laundry last night and putting myself wsy behind today and in clothes that I hate. I need a vacation, but for now it's just another day.