Wednesday, June 3


this morning the building inspector came to our house and i was still in bed. i was reading a book. he made a joke about it being too early and i laughed sort of. he was checking the outlets or something, i'm not sure exactly. since then i've been sitting on the couch that my dog ripped a hole in. he thought we had hid a million tennis balls underneath the leather. our cable box keeps turning on and off and off and on and it is making a small noise every, maybe, ten minutes or so.

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