Day 118 Winter’s Nap
IT’S THE NEWSPAPER, IT
SCARES ME!
Egad,
sometimes I wish I had not learned how to read and write. The newspaper, cheez
tweezers, it scares ya to death first thing in the morning.
Today
I will be ducking meteors as the threat has apparently increased overnight; I
got to make sure my bacteria are in balance, otherwise I could be dead by friday;
someone got hit with a hotdog at a ball game then their eye popped out; and
there’s dinosaurs in utah; not to mention the typhoon headed for the
phillipines.
Hey...if
a hotdog hits a lady in the eye and you are not there to witness it, did it
really happen?
If
I stop readin the paper will all this go away?
Me
and mischa is susceptible to suggestion and all this bad news got us twisted in
a knot.
One
good thing did happen this mornin though, ole mischa got up before the dawn got
up and took me for a nice long walk, but not before she fixed me a big bowl of
real chicken and dog morsels that was exceptionally delicious.
That
brisk walk did temper the anxiety-provokin news, I admit. Them ender-fins was
just the ticket. Mischa says I can get em goin by eatin spicy foods or fallin
in love too. Yeah them ender-fins makes ya feel like yous been invited into an
opium den for a minute. Nothin the matter with that.
Speakin
a which, I think I could go for a little shut-eye right now, so ...later.
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