| Late Again |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|11:54 pm]
rejectomorph
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So midnight comes again and the dinner dishes are sitting in the sink (no, the dishwasher doesn't work.) But washing dishes doesn't get the moon watched, or the air sniffed, or the night birds listened to. That's the problem! The dishes get in the way of important things!
There are some leftover tamales. I think I'll devour them before doing the dishes. No sense letting some fine indigestion go to waste. And maybe they will make me fart for the dental hygienist tomorrow. That would smell way better than that polishing compound they use on my teeth.
Off to shower. |
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