At Kirsten's behest, this time, I write again. Once more, loyal readers, I give your life meaning. Be thankful, for I shall not always attend to your needs so (in)frequently.
This is more of a follow-up to my previous posting than anything, as I believe I have happened upon real proof of the existence of Gremlins.
Yes, dear readers, though this may shock you, Gremlins appear to be living in my home, or at the least, my room. My last posting detailed the happenings of the mysteriously out of place pillow, which moved from its original place of rest to the side of the room while I slept. I submit now, for your discussion, this newest quandary.
I worked yesterday night until 11:00pm. Upon returning home, I nearly passed out when I hit the bed, without a chance to don my (infinitely manly) pajamas. when I awake, I look down, find that I am still wearing my work uniform, however my work shirt is on backwards.
Yes, my dearest readers. BACKWARDS.
Clearly in the nine hours I was at work, someone would have noticed and accordingly informed me of the fact that my shirt was backwards. In fact, certainly someone would have corrected me, and/or derided me for that fact. However that did not happen. I certainly did not take my shirt off and flip it during the night, or beforehand, and thus the only explanation that remains, however unlikely, must be true (eat your heart out, Conan Doyle).
There are Gremlins in my home.
I will keep you posted as frequently as I am able, however there's no telling when they'll cut the internet. If, readers, you don't hear from me in the next six months, be sure to infor#####0111001001000101001011010011
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2 comments:
Oh, very nice.
It couldn't be that you toss and turn like crazy, and therefore turned your shirt around in your sleep? You have to blame it on the poor defenseless Gremlins, who simply have to make their living like the rest of us.
S.E.T.O.G.
Students for the Ethical Treatment of Gremlins
Dear sir,
You must write again. It's been another... um... like eight months?
I'm dying to know things!
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