Wednesday, March 3, 2010


So, the other night I had a dream that I was out on a run. The route wasn't familiar to me, but in the dream, it was like my usual run. I turned a corner around a shed, and there, lying in wait was a little skunk. The skunk was not privy to the fact of me coming around the corner so quickly. He saw me, freaked, and sprayed. I was stopped in my tracks and hollered a few choice words, then plodded on my stinky way home. Somewhere between the skunk and home, I woke up. And I felt like I needed to take a shower...

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