Sirius, have you seen my socks? I can't seem to find them in this mess, which is yours, by the way. I wont complain about this homage to some ancient God of mess anymore. Or even bother to try and pick anything up as no difference will be made.
I'll be in after ten sometime tonight, there's a poetry reading going on in the store which I am supervising. Or another night of listening to angst and drabble.