Congrats to Jestmeister for successfully reproducing. His daughter is spicey!

Feelin' down?
Tear down the walls!

I had an odd dream last night. I had several dead kittens that I had to skin. They were curled up with their little chins tucked against their chest. I'd pull their heads up and start cutting underneath the neck. I didn't like skinning them, and I really didn't think I could eat them, even though I felt obligated to. If that wasn't bad enough, one of them woke up while I was skinning it. Now I have to wonder. Were any of them dead or were they just unconcious?

The first five beats of shave and a haircut sounded from my door. The knocks were loud enough to be heard, but light enough not to intimidate. Couple that with the instinctual need to complete the final "two bits" and how could I not answer the door.
I opened the door. A young man in a track suit starts off with a question. "Hey, has anyone from the girl's track team been by yet?
I answer no as I take a glance towards his hands. He's holding a laminated card in his hand.
"Great," he says. "Thanks for hiding from them so I could talk to you first. We're having a contest to see who can meet the most people."
I was impressed. The subtle presupposition that I was hiding from the other's to help him win. The gratitude. How could I not want to hear more?
I closed the door in his face.
I have enough issues.