Removing my jacket and sweater in a warm dry house tonight began a cacophony of static, making me scream like a little girl. Tod immediately grabbing the Static Cling can, to hose me down, thus creating an arc between us-- jumping up and down until the damn can was empty. Crumpled, on the floor amidst my clothing, all I could think of was a cigarette, though strangely enough, I don't smoke, Odd, no?
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