Promise me you’ll hate pudding
So, at this moment, the carpetman is laying carpet in my living room and my anteroom. I don’t know if my anteroom really is an anteroom. It’s not much of a room really. It’s kind of the room between worlds. Like in the Magicians nephew. With all those trees and ponds. cept, no trees and ponds. It is the room where pookie, adorable hound, sleeps now. By the way, I moved to the middle of nowhere in Northern California. I have a house. It is nice.
In other news, I had a dreaming about hugging the other night. I don’t have particularly erotic dreams, usually mine just involve hugging or strangely inviting looks from girls. You don’t know how angry I am at my imagination for this.
And finally, we request that you believe this: Now that I’m fraught with free time, I’m going to start updating this thing almost every day or week or so. Maybe. It’ll be great.
Oh, and I’m in love!
Which is a lie.