My rodent friend thought he could get away with another sneak around my office, but my now-empty trash can got the better of him. When I was in my office this morning, I heard what sounded like papers rattling, which is normal; I usually have papers stuck on the wall and they tend to end up on the floor. This morning, however, there was a noise without moving papers. Creepy. My mind immediately went to “RAT” because of the previous day’s evidence on my desk.
I walk over to investigate.
Alas, I was wrong, T’was not a rat: t’was a mouse. A crazed-up mouse running and pooping everywhere.
He stayed with me in my office for half of the day. I began to have thoughts of keeping him and naming him Rufus. That is, until my nose started going haywire. Once the snot came, the mouse went.
I don’t know exactly what they did to Rufus, but I think I’d rather not find out. I’m sure he was dealt with severely.
And now I’m home and doped up on a drowsiness-inducing antihistamine, and am wondering if I am typing nonsense. It’s quite hard to tell. I’ll probably read it tomorrow and bust out into laughing fits or tears. Cause I do want to make sense, and be amusing. I do try.
I’m obviously not that good at it, ’cause none of y’all ever give me any nifty comments at the bottom. Yeah, you know who you are.
Nobody loves me; that’s sad.
I think I’m gonna go to bed now; the medicine wills it so.