May 16, 2003

I am rocking Natick while my sister is on vacation. Translation: dog/cat/house sitting. Their alarm clock is an actual bell. It dings once. Like a triangle-bearing homunculus. Sure, it woke me up but now I believe that faeries exist in this dimension. Are Cheetos really a kind of (nv) snack or are they tiny orange shillelaghs stolen from leprechauns? I will wrestle with these issues throughout my stay.

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