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We sat up watching movies tonight, and in-between moments of intense film viewing, I stuck my head out the back door.
Our house is strange. It holds heat something fierce during the summer, meaning we have to have the A/C on almost constantly to have it bearable inside. Often it's quite pleasant outside. Oddly enough, opening windows while the outside is like this does little to make it more comfortable. Unless we open up the front door as well as the back, we get no air flow. Unfortunately, my Grandmother fears folks peeking in from the street. She thinks the soft glow of lamps and television screens will draw villains, attackers and other random acts of gunfire.
The Feral Cats have been fruitful and multiplied beyond reason. We're up to 11 in the backyard now, and they're still humping each other all over the place. It's like Granny has taken upon herself to become the cat lady. The Cat Lady. She's taken to letting some of the kittens explore into the back porch and into the kitchen. I've warned her that if one of them things come inside, I'm going to die...which, of course is pure exaggeration, but given my unfortunate allergy to the little things, my head just might explode. And that wouldn't be pretty.
The house is quiet right now, and, save for the whir of fans, and soft snoring coming through the house (not to mention the Pixies playing quite low), the world is still and silent. The living room is buried in darkness, but I swear there is movement in there. The sould of the house. Or perhaps other ghosts of family loved and long since gone. But the ghosts that are here are far more tangible, methinks, and far less horrible than anything that may have come back from the grave.
I am a fool. An idiot. A wizend nutball who dances in his own music to no drum in particular. I think I need to take the reigns of my life again. They seem to have gotten away from me in the last couple of weeks. I've got to get the dance down and take lead.
I believe I need to sleep. I'm not making sense, and the clock is blinking at me that it is well after 3am.
I need to stop looking at synopsis for The Twighlight Zone. Damn internet.
Our house is strange. It holds heat something fierce during the summer, meaning we have to have the A/C on almost constantly to have it bearable inside. Often it's quite pleasant outside. Oddly enough, opening windows while the outside is like this does little to make it more comfortable. Unless we open up the front door as well as the back, we get no air flow. Unfortunately, my Grandmother fears folks peeking in from the street. She thinks the soft glow of lamps and television screens will draw villains, attackers and other random acts of gunfire.
The Feral Cats have been fruitful and multiplied beyond reason. We're up to 11 in the backyard now, and they're still humping each other all over the place. It's like Granny has taken upon herself to become the cat lady. The Cat Lady. She's taken to letting some of the kittens explore into the back porch and into the kitchen. I've warned her that if one of them things come inside, I'm going to die...which, of course is pure exaggeration, but given my unfortunate allergy to the little things, my head just might explode. And that wouldn't be pretty.
The house is quiet right now, and, save for the whir of fans, and soft snoring coming through the house (not to mention the Pixies playing quite low), the world is still and silent. The living room is buried in darkness, but I swear there is movement in there. The sould of the house. Or perhaps other ghosts of family loved and long since gone. But the ghosts that are here are far more tangible, methinks, and far less horrible than anything that may have come back from the grave.
I am a fool. An idiot. A wizend nutball who dances in his own music to no drum in particular. I think I need to take the reigns of my life again. They seem to have gotten away from me in the last couple of weeks. I've got to get the dance down and take lead.
I believe I need to sleep. I'm not making sense, and the clock is blinking at me that it is well after 3am.
I need to stop looking at synopsis for The Twighlight Zone. Damn internet.
