December 8th, 2005


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My cat's stitches have to come out but the roads are bad and it's going to make me late for work. I have to stop and put air in the tires, which makes my hands filthy. Snow gets in my eyelashes and I am blinking as if I were trying to send someone an enciphered message. I'm not. I should have shaved two days ago and now that I'm at work I'm worried that the action figures I picked up from the post office and left in the car are going to crack in the cold weather.

Illustration by bluecalico