2 hours ago · Life · 0 comments

I wrote this then the day before posting it Peige at Pretend Typewriter wrote about cleaning the dining table. Sometimes the universe just goes like that. How many people are right now stressing that their dining table is messy? Maybe millions. So I thought about deleting the post but then decided no, that coincidence in itself is something interesting. The forces of entropy are particularly strong on my dining table. A blackhole sucking junk in. There's also a spare chair no one sits in. Because it never gets used for sitting stuff gets piled on it. Because stuff gets piled on it it never gets used for sitting. You know how it goes. I'm consistently baffled by how messy and mucky things get so quickly. Why does everywhere need hoovering so often? What do you mean the sink needs cleaning again? Didn't I just do that? My wife says my standards are high. I feel my standards are pretty low, actually. We were at my sister's for one of the many children's birthdays parties, a bunch of aunt…

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