City Mouse

"That thing is a trap," said City Mouse. "The minute you touch the cheese something comes down on your head and you're dead." The little Country Mouse looked at the trap, and at the little City Mouse. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I think I will go home. I'd rather have barley and grain to eat in peace than have sugar and dried prunes and cheese and be frightened to death all the time!" So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his life.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Butterfingers

About three minutes ago I washed the only pair of contacts I have with me down the sink at my parent's home in Poughkeepsie. This is not, obviously, the ideal way to start the weekend. My parents are both asleep so flipping out about it would be for my benefit alone, and perhaps for the amusement of Franny, the cat.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Are Lenscrafters open on Christmas Eve?

City Mouse

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Butterfingers

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