Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no OH NO.

My portfolio. The pages. My editor is going to kill me.

My TV is broken, but Olive and Toby 'making friends' with my new Roomba more than makes up for it. I'm this close to taping it and putting a clip on YouTube.

Cocoa Pebbles plus chocolate soy milk is the chocolate-y-est breakfast ever. Much better than the alternative, which would have been pickles and wheat toast.

( Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch/who watches over you/make a little birdhouse in your soul/Not to point too fine a point on it: say I'm the only be in your bonnet/make a little birdhouse in your soul. )

( I'm your only friend/I'm not your only friend/but I'm a little glowing friend/but really I'm not actually your friend/but I am. )

( I have a secret to tell/from my electrical well/it's a simple message and I'm leaving out/the whistles and bells/So the room must listen to me/Filibuster vigilantly/My name is Blue Canary/One word spelled l-i-t-e/My story's infinite/Like the Longiness Symphonette/It doesn't rest. )

( There's a picture opposite me/Of my primitive ancestry/Which stood on rocky shores/And kept the beaches shipwreck free/Though I respect that a lot/I'd be fired if that were my job/After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts/Bluebird of friendless like guardian angels/It's always near. )