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In which Sky flails about like a very flail-y thing.
THERE IS A MOUSE IN MY StOVE. NOT ON. IN.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, and there was a mouse on top of the stove (sniffing at the chinese that still there from this afternoon) and then I stood up, and it VANISHED INTO THE STOVE.
ACK. WTF. IT'S THERE AGAIN.
*contemplates turning on the stove*
*throws away all the food instead*
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, and there was a mouse on top of the stove (sniffing at the chinese that still there from this afternoon) and then I stood up, and it VANISHED INTO THE STOVE.
ACK. WTF. IT'S THERE AGAIN.
*contemplates turning on the stove*
*throws away all the food instead*