Got Shade?

[rejectomorph]

Soon, Earth will crash into the sun. Northern Californians will not notice. Sluggo is having a nine minute day, and it's already near midnight. I've got the little fan in the window, blowing night air into the room, but it isn't doing much good. If it wasn't such a hassle, I'd set Sluggo up on the back porch. Of course, the light of his monitor would attract countless bugs, and I'd probably be unable to read the screen through their fluttering wings and scampering legs. If it isn't one thing . . . .

Speaking of bugs, I haven't seen my indoor cricket all evening. Maybe it found the way out. Either that, or it died in here. I haven't heard a chirp out of it. Maybe a cat got it while I wasn't looking. With those cats around, I just can't keep anything nice.

I might post the stuff I wrote on paper last night, and I might not. The problem with writing stuff on paper is that it's easier to read after it's finished, and once I've read anything I've written I start thinking about how it could be better. Usually, it drowns in second thoughts. Second thoughts bite. Sure, they can save a great deal of embarrassment, but what's the fun in that?

Naptime for Sluggo, then to post this, without reading it.

Comments

[leprosy.livejournal.com]

Cool! Not only is Sluggo a member of the legions of the undead, but now you have a zombie cricket stumbling around whilst searching for brains.