A blog of grumpiness, stilts and skin.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

In the midnight hour

I just went to the kitchen to sniff out a midnight snack.

Nothing in the pantry, so I hit the freezer.

Nothing in there, except a stubby of beer I'd thrown in to chill three hours ago.

To celebrate my good luck at having saved the bottle from a cold, shattery death, I'm now draining it in lieu of snack.

It's all very Jim Morrison.


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