The sound of rustling papers comes from the corner of the room I sit in. I'm the only person in the room, and the cats are in other parts of the house; I suspect a mouse or something of the like (it sounds bigger than a mouse, but who knows!?) My biggest worry is that it will get into the gifts that I have for people, which I have placed in THAT corner... damn.

I've been kind of blank for much of the night, but thanks in small part to some texts, my mind has been stimulated somewhat. Hopefully this trend continues... I suspect that I am simply in need of sleep. I also find that the words that I have found of late are scrambled for the moment, meaning no decent poetry (how unfortunate, as this has assisted in my feeling so bloody alive these past weeks.)

Tags: mel, mouse?
Current Mood: Blankish
Current Music: "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters