Monday, March 7, 2011

Insomniac's ramblings 2/27/11: There's Frank's remote control. You can look, but don't touch it please.

I have a feeling this is going to become a quasi-regular thing for me. Short one tonight.

When everything you touch rapidly turns to excrement of the worst kind (does that mean there's a good kind?), you learn, or rather, relearn the childhood lesson of "look but don't touch."

It's an interesting paradox, that lesson.

Sleep tight.

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