Sunday, September 26, 2004

O.T.C.O.B.I.T.R.O.M.M.B.L.L.L.T.D.H.O.S.W.O.H.S.D.P.

Operation Taking Care Of Business In The Respect Of Making My Bedroom Look Less Like The Dwelling-Hole Of Someone Who Obviously Has Some Depression Problems went down like a shot of Jim Beam: there was some burning, but now I feel much happier. For the third time since I started living on my own I have a real and actual bed. My last bed met with a rather sordid and ignoble end. This one, for better or worse, appears to have a long life ahead of it. Updates will probably not follow.

1 comment:

john said...

That's rad that you are giving my old bed nocturnal sleeping body love.