unfit to blog?
How is it that when I'm in a good mood I don't feel like blogging, but when I'm not feeling so hot I post relentlessly?
I got stung in the eyeball by something yesterday. Ruined my plans for the evening. I blame the spider that lurks in my room.
Our original deal: You don't bite me, I don't smash your little body into spider gooey-ness. I assume he didn't hold up his end of the bargain so now I'm on a warpath.
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I found the poor arachnid bastard and I beat him 'till his legs fell off. sigh.
How did you make him confess? I usually waterboard the little bastards in the sink with a Q-tip.
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