sometimes in life, you learn dragon words
or, in this case, breathe ice
then you clear out the whole dungeon
and go home to your recliner

fine -- what
will do
that it?

sometimes in life you have a large piece of furniture in the middle of the den
like a kitchen table
that doesn't initially serve a purpose
but over time can make a good home for beer bottles and half eaten sugar free cake slices

and as long as the chairs aren't in the way, you're happy with having them around

on a serious note,
i have this problem lately where i have a hard time writing anything but my name
or rather i don't care to write anything except my name, over and over, in cursive
sometimes i'll write 'genevieve' over and over
sometimes 'rose wallace goldaline'
i have wasted lots of paper doing this
but it makes me feel good