who has room for everything?
really! i hobble around looking
for a cantaloupe. my apartment
is no nightmare. i have just gotten
up out of bed after a rather harrowing
nightmare. which is redundant. i do
like to repeat myself. i would say
over and over, but I’ll rather just
say a lot. a lot has happened
since then. i ate the cantaloupe,
which i found (apologies if you’d
rather i be chronological). what
was i apologizing for exactly? i’m
so full of i’m sorry. this nightmare!
