Maybe it’s just as well I never lived alone

This is going to be one of those posts.  Those posts.  You know, the ones that don’t really have a point or any cohesive thread and are mostly about me banging away at the keyboard, listing every thought in my head.  For the hell of it.  Maybe because today was a normal and unremarkable day.  What am I supposed to do with that?  Besides enjoy the lack of drama.  Which I did.  And do.

It’s so quiet.  It’s rehearsal night, but the band is practicing somewhere that’s not in my basement.  The only sound I hear is from the refrigerator.  And my typing.  The dogs are outside, the TV is muted – I thought it was off, but then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and freaked out a little ’cause I thought someone was in the house with me, and then I realized that the someone I saw had a ton of makeup on and kinda looked like a member of Kiss, and hey, wait a minute…  Right.  It’s quiet.

I’m going to take advantage of all this quiet and read.  READ.  I’m reading now.  Stop looking!  I can’t read when you’re looking at me.

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