"Are you a believer?" she asked. Not wanting to belabor the palaver, I waved her offshore. Been pretty quiet here since. (Found a bit of lint in my navel though.)
Had a mouse eat the socks right off my legs. I believe it was the same mouse that ate the car yesterday. Small car, but I'm still glad I was prudent enough to lock my feet in the closet overnight.
I haven't ever heard of a high school reunion that resulted in so many deserved deaths as my last one. Which I also, as with all the others, avoided like the plague. Which, if I am to believe the news reports, was what did the job. Bacilli — so small yet so satisfyingly deadly.
I won't talk to Alice. I not only don't know her but have never seen her and have no idea who she might be, so I believe that I've made the right decision this time.
If I were ever to start working again, I believe I'd want to be a tooth fairy. Not a macho job, for sure, generally having low expectations, and I could pretty well set my own hours, so maybe.
It's been a long time since they turned out the lights. The rats are becoming agitated. My bag of corn puffs is, I believe, at risk.
This is bring-your-pet-to-work week, and the same thing happens every year. No one believes I have a tapeworm until I pull it out and show it them. And then they get all weird on me.
When is Clam Independence Day? I just noticed that it's not on my calendar any more. It is a thing, right? I believe so. I do.
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Me? Still waiting to be worshiped more widely.
