" houston, we have a mouse. "

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well, more like brooklyn.

brent found a mouse laying still on the carpet in the kitchen. it's small body curled up in front of the oven. no one was around; not a creature was stirring.

he only told me these facts after he had picked up and placed the dead mouse into the garbage. that sentence put me in a state of unease, and as i cooked later on, it continued to affect me.

outside, the winds are howling through the rain-washed darkness. every swoop and flurry screams and echoes in the streets below.

its little tail, sticking out of miscellaneous discarded items in the trash made me sad; all of the hairs on its small body just barely visible from underneath aluminum foil and plastic bags.

it's all so short, i thought to myself. and how easily forgotten amongst the remorse. how frank and curt our reactions to such tiny happenings.

and moments later, am i too to be forgotten in the same manner?

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" this just in "

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due to the kindness of a friend and his friend, i totally was in the audience of the colbert report last night. it did not disappoint in the slightest. see if you can spot a red zip-up hoodied pseudo-bearded asian guy with glasses. that may be me laughing raucously.

here is the episode in full.

he is so rad.

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