Dish and dogs
Oh hey, a dishwasher. Now I can wash my silverware. And nothing else. Because silverware are the only dishes I have.
Oh well, at least I won’t have to use dirty forks anymore. Sorry I flipped out yesterday.
Oh, and Latent Moths? I looked at it. The damn dog creeps me out. I’m not sure what came over me– maybe it was the stress, maybe I just needed an outlet, maybe I was so desperate for there to be a way out through that dog– but I cut it open. There was a plastic capsule inside it with a bit of paper in it.
On the paper was written the following: ” E-Ty-Fi-Th-O—Fi-Th-Fit-Fo—Et-S-E-TO-Fit—FO-Et-TTh-Fit—Tw-Ft-Fit-Fi-Se ”
…Yeah. I have fucking idea what that means.