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    • CommentAuthorDon Kelly
    • CommentTimeFeb 2nd 2008 edited
    Syndicated wasted time flickers before my eyes. The cat sighs, making a pillow of my right forearm. The snores of my brother/roommate rattle my closed bedroom door, the curse of his genes and paunch.

    Failure's whisper mutes Kellsey Grammar. Ah, that Frasier. Can't I just lie here, I wonder. Haven't I done enough today? Sure, I hate this fucking show, but Mercedes Ruehl is on, and I always loved her.

    The cat farts. I have my answer.