While reading an email, I set a big mug of cocoa on a table that proved not to be located exactly where I set the cup. Cocoa everywhere: in the teeth of the paper shredder. In the blades and cage of a fan. All over one side of a yellow velvet wingback chair. Dousing a Dayplanner. In the folds of junk mail waiting to be shredded.
I am sober, but there's not much difference between me and a bumbling sh!tf@ced drunkard. The drunk probably has a cleaner house.
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