Monday, May 03, 2004
Everything I own is clean... almost. I did not bother dusting The Lauree Lair, so all my photograph frames and small, collectible objects appear greyish. My Cat In The Hat bedsheets smell Bounty fresh.at 12:49 PM
I acquired but did not bandage a deep cut to my right index finger at work yesterday. A second ago I picked my nose with that finger, and now the cut burns ferociously. I suppose that is my punishment for being a scumball.
