That, kiddies, is Pigeon-Speak for "Please Mommy, fix the broken window!" Members of the Furry Mafia aren't amused that they can't jump up to bird-watch due to the smashed pane. A nest of sparrows (read: "snacks") has moved into a tree across the way, and four-pawed frenzy has begun. I'll bother the window mavens at Rose Glass again tomorrow.
As you can tell, I really don't feel like working, since I've got piles of it on my desk. I'm bored, therefore I blog.
More occult-esque dreams haunt me: candles, robes, a golden goblet, a dark castle, and (of course) more spiders. Another dream diary I consulted stated that spider dreams predict great wealth and good fortune. Great. More Money=More eBay items. (Don't think for a moment I've lost my priorities.) Between the spicy food and Clive Barker before bed, my brain's doing backflips.
I'm finally ripping apart that decrepit shower curtain this weekend. It's managed to morph into some penicillin-laden gunkfest in only a few months. Chemical warfa...er, cleaning would do that sink some good.
Fantasia's the newest "Idol." Has anyone noticed a pattern here? First season finalists: a guy and a girl. Second season finalists: two guys. This season: two girls. What's next year final gonna be? Two trannies? A tranny and a eunuch? A eunuch and a cripple? Just thinking out loud, don't have a cow.
Today's gonna be a looooong day, I know it. RD, check your mail. Something Silly This Way Comes...
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