There's a wall inside my head that won't let me scale it. It blocks my way forward, but circles behind me preventing my return to the past. It's a tad annoying. i need a ladder, or a very big gun, or a small gerbil to tunnel under it.
The platypus i got for my birthday has proven useless and has little or no knowledge of powertools. The badgers just stand and watch, at once brave yet disassociated from the situation, waiting in the moonlight for another sprat fight or mackeral dance.
So life goes on, a never-ending blur of fish products disguised as dinner guests. I can't believe I've reached such an obvious crisis point so quickly.