Top Pot. Again. For like the billionth time.
Is this what waterboarding feels like? A constant, steady, unrelenting drip, drip, drip until you can't take it anymore and just give over your will to your torturer? You find yourself so helpless against the quiet barrage that you don't have a choice any longer and let the inevitable happen?
Sigh.
I chew my gum. I eat my apple. I mix my granola into my greek yogurt and take a few more drips on the forehead. The inevitable does not happen today.
More Halloween leftovers appeared in our row this afternoon. Eh. Not really even a little tempted.
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