The repair guy came today. What a life.
What do you do I said.
No way I said.
Yeah he said. Its a living.
Really a living I said.
Yeah. Not bad.
What do you do he said.
Break fridges I said.
No way he said.
Yeah I said. It gives guys like you a living.
Ok... that was a scene in my mind, not in real life... we have those. Don't try to tell me you don't. You know you do. Please forgive the dialogue style. I'm experimenting with a James Frey-esque thing. For those of you who don't know who that is... Google him or read my "review" of Bright Shiny Morning here.
Thus endeth the not-so-frozen refrigerator episode of my mental smoke stack. I'm happy about that because really... on the creative scale this was kind of like humus. Bleh. Oh, but I've got more...