Sunday, February 04, 2007

How I Spent My Day Off

Their way of saying, Good Morning, Human, was a broken light bulb before the poor human even had her contacts in... Long after she had thoroughly cleaned up the broken glass, she found a large piece on the other side of the room and shuddered, knowing it hadn't gotten there by itself...
Semi-annual cleaning out from under the bed: What's more embarassing? The amount of dust? Slippers? Cat toys? Or the number of books, newspapers and magazines that slip over the edge into that out-of-sight-out-of-mind dimension...


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