The lonely talking

Written by hootenannie on April 1st, 2007

Living alone might be taking its toll on my brain. This morning, as I was getting ready to fry an egg, it slipped from my hand and into the recycling bin, landing with a soft thud.

My response? Diving into the bin, sifting through the trash, pulling out the egg, and asking it, “Did you survive?”


It’s time to get a dog.

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