drainedSo I had to wander downstairs and find medication. We had cough syrup... but it expired in '99. I ended up with Nyquil stuff. I got back to sleep. Hoo-fucking-ray for me.
This morning I was at the bathroom sink and there's this little spider, calmly sitting on its little web. I turn on the faucet, figuring it'll have to go down the drain. But no! In a valient effort, the little guy scurries away and up the wall... to a bigger web. Which prompted this ingeneous thought from me:
Was he trying to build a little summer home next to Niagra Falls, or what?
It was odd. And mundane.
