C M - Fields of BarleyI'd had enough rest. I would have liked to have stayed to thank them for helping me, but I had to leave before the plague of mice got out of the basement. I lured them down there with women's lingerie and locked them in before they realized what was going on. I had to leave before David Letterman was over, because as long as he was on they were distracted. And if they weren't looking for me they wouldn't know why I was gone. Ahem, where I had gone. The long lomeration ranked filth and I was falling. Everyday is falling. Meta metaphorically. And not only was Satan trying to get me, he was too. Everything seemed to have a aura. My eyes wouldn't focus right, and I fell to my knees. Good God, what was wrong with me? Then I realized. Obviously. I hadn't had a drink in well over forty two hours, which is a lot more than seven.
Caspus Mortemer - UnsettlingsI like my pajamas. They are the comfiest ones I own to date. But that's okay because noone likes him anyway. I was lieing down when I heard the house settle. It's rather unsettling actually. All the time people say, "Oh listen. There's the house settling." And I will always have to correct them and say "No, it's unsettling. The house is unsettling again." But they are Nieve, and do not understand. And often when someone doesn't know what the other is talking about they assume the person speaking doesn't know what they are talking about either. So they disbelieve without even wanting to know. So then I ask them why houses unsettle in the first place. They haven't a a clue. So they tell me a bogus answer. "Oh, it's a new house, it's just settling into it's frame." Or, "Oh, it's an old house, and they just do that."