“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”
Saturday, November 21, 2009
My alarm clock
It's been quite a while since I've slept past five am. My alarm clock, chirps, squeeks, does the whiskers in the ear bit, and will, if she can find an opeining or create one, run under the covers and play pokey pincushion with her claws and my quivering flesh.