The other day I put a fresh battery in a broken clock. Now I cringe once every sixty seconds, when it emits a sad little croaking click. The minute hand struggles past the hour hand but the hour hand just won’t budge. It is determined to remain in the six o’clock hour indefinitely. Which really confuses the little man at bedtime. I should probably get up, remove the battery, then throw said clock away. But the couch is just so cozy and warm. Speaking of…I’m waiting for the weather to warm up properly, so I can begin the big purge. Nearly eight years worth of unnecessary crap has collected in my home. And it needs to go. I will vanquish the clutter! Take that conspicuous consumerism! Only thing is, uh, when I returned home this afternoon there was a notice from UPS stuck to the door. I don’t even know what package I missed. I’ve really got to stop buying stuff online. No bingeing. Only purging. And then I will feel free.
Bonus: Fascinating photos of people sleeping. Series #8 will look familiar to anyone who has tried to sleep with a child resting on their head.
Plus: This weekend The Host starts showing at the Uptown Theater.
And: Captain America is dead. But I did see him today. On flickr.
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