This morning I got into the shower and saw what I thought, for a second, because I wasn't wearing my glasses—obviously, because I was in the shower—might be a tiny spider crawling on the outside of the glass door.
Momentarily freaked (spiders seem to know the terror they instill in me and occasionally torture me by crawling around on the ceiling above my shower), I took a much closer look. "Whew," I thought. "Just a little black spot."
I hate my brain.
At least I like the song.
Momentarily freaked (spiders seem to know the terror they instill in me and occasionally torture me by crawling around on the ceiling above my shower), I took a much closer look. "Whew," I thought. "Just a little black spot."
I hate my brain.
At least I like the song.
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<eyes underwear drawer with high suspicion>