I wandered into the kitchen without putting the light on.
In my stockinged feet* I almost stood on something.
Fortunately I stopped before putting my full weight on it.
I bent to pick it up.
It moved.
It was a toad**
Why is there a toad in my kitchen?
*What a lovely old-fashioned phrase that is!
** Stockinged feet. Toad. There has to be a joke in there.
My antidepressant just got discontinued and I need someone to tell me it’s
going to be okay.
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This is less of a post and more of a rant that I just need to scream into
the void, so feel free to ignore because I don’t think there’s a good
solution he...
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