Sunday, February 23, 2014

Must Post Something

     ...Or clowns will kill me.

     Well, if they're murder clowns.  And those are the very worst sort.

     Slept like a log, woke feeling decayed, broken and full of grubs.  All breakfast suggestions were spurned -- and probably deserved it but I've had a bowl and a half of cereal and a piece of rye bread toast and I am *hungry* dammit, so I think I will go feed myself.

1 comment:

Matthew said...

Under the paint they're -all- murder clowns.