Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
As predicted, using my bathroom now is quite like climbing into a toaster, since the radiator is barely a leg’s length across from the toilet. Meanwhile, the radiator behind the couch is fizzing like shaken soda, and i’m afraid the one in the kitchen is going to melt our table cloth. And they click and bump constantly, which i knew ahead of time, but it still annoys the hell out of me.
by krisis
Err… anyhow, i just woke up because i thought the mouse was gnawing through the couch, but it was just the radiator turning on for the first time in the season.
by krisis
Rest assured that i didn’t intend to harm the rodent, only to shoo it. In one of the two psychic events in my life today, i had already put mittens on before we spotted the mouse for the first time. The only other time in my life i dealt with a mouse was when i was four, also wearing mittens.
The other psychic twinge was using the same picture in my second-to-last post on Shafted that i used in my second post. Creepy, eh? Actually, the post was an excuse not to blog, and was rather amusing. Read it!
by krisis
In other news, i appear to have quit [or am taking a leave of absence from] Shafted This all stemmed from a rodent, and also a mouse that is hiding somewhere in the apartment as i type this. More news to come momentarily.
by krisis
Took a few days off from the blog… and look what happens… blah. When i was little i never got sick from eating too many sweets; i just chalked it up to another myth parents use to keep the kids in line. Of course, now i’m nauseous from eating Reese’s Bites all day. Maybe parents just forget what it was like to be a kid, and assume that they always got sick from eating sweets.
Such forgetfulness could be the theme of the day, the way it looks so far.