Wednesday, January 07, 2009

The last heave

Was on me i'm afraid.

When I was in the bath this morning i was washing my left arm when i discovered a grayish kind of mark on my arm which i scraped off with a puzzled fingernail.

I thought no more about it until I returned to my room and went to make the bed, only to discovered that the throw was covered in cat sick. That didn't bother me unduly, Fat Boy Faggot has a very temperamental stomach and stuffs himself like a hungry horse, so there's quite often random vomit in unusual places around the house.

It was with some horror, however, that I found a pile underneath a teddy bear, in which I had inadvertently slept.

It is a new low in the household of historical lows.

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