No work makes me something,something
Outside my window there's a storm crashing......Floods to the left of me,floods to the right of me! Somewhere in the distance a child sings disturbingly off key.The smell of chicken soup permeates the air,as a microwave hums at my back. Steve Irwin rants about some damn animal.......as Abigail shows me another of her beautiful pieces of art. Did you hear the crash? Did you smell the burning? MOMMY THE DOG IS THROWING UP!!!
I MISS WORK