Friday, May 22, 2009

The days have been rough around the ledges. Back legs are scratching the itch that might not go away. I'm leaking like a sieve. 'I'm crawling here'. The rickety chair is back. I'm standing up on the edge of its back. And it's being shaken. Just when I had gotten that thing stable. I still think I can reach that lightbulb, though. I can change this.