Slow Learner

Remarkable events are afoot. I recently claimed on this blog that someone slid a picture of a squid bathing in a tub of syrup beneath my door. As some of you may have guessed, this was nothing more than a bare faced lie. I drew the picture myself to get attention and raise a smile. However, like the boy who cried Woolf, my chickens have come home to roost and my mixed metaphors run rampant. I recently went for a pre-arranged meeting with my tutor. The office I was going to is in fairly deserted corridor, on which it is the only occupied room. My tutor would have walked to the office from the door nearest the car park, which was at the other end of the corridor. As I walked down said corridor I glanced the wall on my right, only to see that someone had pinned a picture of a squid roughly to the wall, in a place where no-one but I would have seen it.
Anyone who reads as much Pynchon as I do will have no doubt what is happening. Although I only meant to create a throwaway joke I have accidentally tappped into some sort of vast secret reality, which is now directly targeting me. Who is doing this? May I tickle his creatures? If anyone needs me I'll be down at the White Visitation beating the shit out of Roger Mexico.