hobbits
A phone call from Kaileen interrupted me before I started Screnzying. During yet another conversation about moving we somehow got onto the subject of our old house, and one of the reasons for our moving, that I had long ago outgrown my tiny sunroom turned bedroom. Kaileen then surmised that the reason I was so short was that I had tried to climitize myself to my hobbit sized bedroom, my hobbit sized bed (it was impossible to fit even a double bed in the room, so for a long while I slept on a camping mattress on the floor) and the curtains that covered only the bottom half of the windows, so I had to kneel on the ground to change, lest I flashed the neighbourhood.
It was then determined that somewhere in my script I had to make mention of my "traumatizing" childhood. I figured, what the hell? I've already accepted a number of dares, what's another random story? And besides, most of my characters are those with mental illness, I'm sure one of them is as mad as I am.
It was then determined that somewhere in my script I had to make mention of my "traumatizing" childhood. I figured, what the hell? I've already accepted a number of dares, what's another random story? And besides, most of my characters are those with mental illness, I'm sure one of them is as mad as I am.