I need to dust and clean my computer. This is madness.
Pearl and I need to settle in to some scrubations.
The oil man is here, filling the tank. Very good, methinks.
I have filthy, filthy dreams far too often. I think I shall scrub my synapses.
I recently read an e-mail that I wrote to someone some years ago. Back when I thought I was stupid and a failure. I used the sentence, “it feels like someone is knitting with my synapses.” Ooh I am a clever devil.