I had two headbands last semester that I really liked. One was brown and shiny, & the other was grey and glittery. I have not seen these headbands since Thanksgiving. So now, every so often, I have the sudden urge to find my my cranial accessories. I go through every desk drawer, dresser drawer, bookshelf, cabinet shelf, the fridge, toiletries, high school memory box, purses, medicine, and- the hair accessory box. Tonight's venture began around 11:30, probably because I'm finishing an Elm article. Roomie Claire put up with me marvelously as I shuffled noisily around the room, cleaning, sorting, praying, and pathetically searching for these six-dollar headbands that I will never find. I finally gave up and sat back down at my computer over an hour later to concentrate on scholarly pursuits.
Heebie-Jeebies
Suddenly, Claire gave a startled shout and sat up in bed, where she had been comfortably reading Revolutionary Road. Such an action usually means one thing: monster. She confirmed my suspicion as I scrambled for a really big paper towel. After its initial attack, it scuttled down to her book shelf and hung upside down, menacingly. I can usually lead a charge against such beasts, but there is a limit. I will not go after certain creatures unless a shoe is involved because I know that if I miss, the monster will flip in the air, land on my arm, and scuttle around without mercy. Claire took the lead on this one, bravely attacking the thing twice, and successfully flushing it down the toilet. So it doesn't lay eggs in our trashcan. We know what could happen.
Headbands and monsters. What a long night.
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