“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Well I'm back home and Grandma is at the rehab place where she's resting comfortably. She'll probably be there two weeks or so.

So I'm back to packing and trashing and trying not to freeze to death. Seems that my absence for the last week, with the heat being off and the freaking air conditioners still in (not running, but in the windows still), the house got a little cold.

How cold was it? I opened my kitchen cabinet and me bottle of olive oil was frozen.

That wasn't a punchline, my fucking olive oil was fucking FROZEN.

I'm gonna go rub two sticks together to keep from getting frostbite on my balls...




PS: I've passed your well wishes on to Grandma and she wants everyone to know how much she appreciates them even though she has absolutely no idea what the internet is.

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