We are the skins of dead men. We collect skins. Oh, but we would cherish its skin; it has such a lovely skin... and it would live forever as a skin.
Madness string 52
We are starting to come to desperation as I am too lazy to clean my house without the help of my god-forsaken Roomba. Eventually, I'll have to. But not before I become one with the couch, or the bed. Whichever one I choose not to get out of.