things always break
haven't had internet for a week due to housesitting at Joan's.
sleeping in the bed where a woman (whom you knew)
died
not more than a few days prior is...
creepy.
and oh, i forgot to clean up the (small) mess
on the balcony
from the broken light fixtures that suddenly shattered
right-after-i-turned-off-all-the-lights-and-crawled-into-bed.
sleeping in the bed where a woman (whom you knew)
died
not more than a few days prior is...
creepy.
and oh, i forgot to clean up the (small) mess
on the balcony
from the broken light fixtures that suddenly shattered
right-after-i-turned-off-all-the-lights-and-crawled-into-bed.