Do you hear it? The hollow laughter of the universe?
Scary, isn't it?
Of course, I've had no such luck. Silly me for hoping I would have time.
|Do ya get the title now?|
Never mind my little novella has crept up close enough to the 30k mark after two days of editing that I might as well label it as such. I'ma too sick to care and stuck battling off mind-fogging colds, parties that happened, one that'll happen in the future and the big what-do-you-mean-your-school-Halloween-party-is-cancelled? drama. And after I got a costume. Bleh.
Let me make this clear. Halloween as a holiday had barely caught on in my youth, so trick-or-treat was a foreign beast to me and, being rural, I never got involved in it. Ergo, the idea of going door to door is scary. So the hunt for a new party is on. I have two days.
But the most terrifying thing in my life at the moment is my office chair, the one I've owned for around nineteen years. The bugger has been creaking and squeaking for some time now. It's old, it's allowed to squeak. But, recently, the seat will occasionally rock when you sit down.
Unnerving, Even though it's not supposed to. Only yesterday my fiancé found out why...
It is cracked right were the seat is welded to the base!
Can someone please give me a redo of this last week?