Monsters from the Id 怪獣大悪脳

Could be worse, they could be dead plastic plants.

On second thought, maybe it can't get any worse.

I think I have read stories about motels asking people to pay the whole bill upfront, especially before they've seen their rooms. That way, you can't check out. But they're dumb, unless they only take cash, because you can wrangle with your credit card company and they don't want to be messin' with the credit card company.

Wait, I think you wrote about that in the other article. Hmm. It all blends together. Not you, it's me. I'm trying to get sleepy, but stupid aging British techno rockers downstairs are playing their music loud.

If I can get sleepy enough, I can fall asleep anyway, as long as I don't get mesmerized by the pretty colors on the computer.

I'm glad you, um, enjoyed your stay. Nothing like going away for a while to make you appreciate home. Which is why I never leave home. Well, that's not the real reason why I never leave home, but it's a good excuse.

Okay, the new keyboard that my friend lent me isn't any better than my old one. I guess there is nothing better than an Apple Pro Keyboard. Or even the non-pro keyboard. Maybe I will make a wishlist, cause this is really getting out of hand.

You know, you and one other person were the only people who gave us money for the blog. So, you know that the above was not at all a passive aggressive way of insinuating anything, right? You've done more for us than we could possibly ever hoped, on every conceivable level. You are still highly encouraged to visit and share with us all of your love, peace, understanding, wit, charm and company. That we cannot do without. It is non-negotiable.

So, maybe since there weren't any soaps to steal, they were okay with you stealing some of the plants? Or at least stealing their souls with your camera. Which brings us back to the dead plastic plants.

Love,

Hanna