Again in this strange voice that I cannot really describe. Ageless, sexless. Not mechanical either.
I know this sounds funny in broad daylight but I was really, really terrified this time. I felt like I was half awake, tried not to move so I would not draw its attention. Then drifting back to sleep I found myself on the other side of the door, trying to figure out what that thing on the other side might be. When I finally woke up for good I found that I could barely move my arms, hands and particularly my fingers because I had cramped up so hard.
This is not good.
But this is good: I finally bought a new bicycle! It's cherry red and it's gorgeous. (^_^)
Pictures will follow.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have MPD
And so have I.
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