"You look like a very pale spider," I say, as he crawls towards the beside table, shimmering in the pre-morning dark.
"I have to blow my nose," he replies.
So. What's new?
No wiggle room. Wise words, those.
True though, very true.
What used to be here was some longish piss and moan session about.. crap that no longer really seems like it needs a place around these parts. This crap was small fry.. weak sauce.. the universe has since decided to throw much worse stuff out there these days.. which also doesn't really need to be here..
Also the above nose blow has no connection to the higher above nose blow.. yeah.. hope you follow that..
