Thursday, April 11, 2013

Seriously? Yes.

I keep getting up in the morning with tiny letters of fire on my back.  Some combination of the occasional ragey, insomniac thrashing I do and the cheap nightclothes I wear and my contact skin allergies ends up with me itching my back like mad and finding the irritation to be caused by the tiny words of description and garment care transferring themselves from my nightclothes to my back.  I am keeping a little collection by the sink.  Because, you know, why not?

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