Hot Dog

when i was young and when i am now, i choose to wear a minimal amount of clothing and sit in front of a space heater. sometimes i also eat a bowl of cereal. it feels like this grotesque indulgence sometimes. especially when like...i could just go put on a sweatshirt and socks.

anyway, i don't feel so bad anymore, because my dog, bell, not only sits with me, she roots in. she takes the prime spot in front of the heater and i don't mind. i'm kind of impressed she can handle that kind of heat. and she doesn't wear any clothes at all.

actually, something just disturbed her. she just got up and went downstairs. do you think she can read?

whatever. the heater is mine for now.