Well I’m back from my vacation and boys was it exhausting, nothing but eating and sleeping all day, all night. I guess it’s true what they say, no rest for the perpetually weary. Needless to say I was not happy to return home but what can I do when I’m thrown into a car and transported across state lines like some season 3 DVD of “Friends” some schlub just bought off Amazon for $15. I am a majestic creature and deserve to be treated as such. However, there was one pleasant surprise awaiting my arrival back in Brooklyn. It seems to be that weird time of year when the bipeds for some reason put a tree in the middle of the living room. While I am not one for festivities (simply to much effort), I do quite enjoy sleeping under said tree. I’m not sure what it is I like so much about it, but I’ll be darned, that’s where I will be for the next month. Perhaps the rustic outdoor nature of the tree triggers something in my natural animal instincts to spark, harkening back to a time when I… HAHAHA, I can barely even type this without laughing, imagine me with animal instincts, haha. My natural instincts more closely resemble those of a cushion than of a wild animal. Imagine me out on some plain, covered in mud, fending for myself desperately hunting down my next life sustaining meal. Ugh, shoot me now. Yeah, that sounds fun and all, but I’ll be right over here sleeping under this tree.
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