charlie is toast
Saturday, November 2nd, 2002
For some reason, everything smells like toast.
R: Where’s the cat? I want to check her for toast smells.
J sighs.
R: She’s gone. She’s been abducted by the conspiracy to impregnate my house with the smell of toast.
J: Is this the same conspiracy that broke in last night and replaced your novel-in-progress with one just like it, only crap?
