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Aug. 3rd, 2004 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyWhen I was a kid, there was one August where I was laying on my belly in the living room passing the time (I think I was playing 'Thriving Lego City Destroyed by Marbles', a very cathartic game) when I noticed a crumpled paper bag on the floor next to a pile of manila envelopes and other clutter. I'd always assumed it was just another bit of Dad's debris but for some reason on that day I took a peek inside.
It was full of Easter candy. The "Bunny" had done a particularly half-assed decorating job that Spring, apparently, and my sister and I had totally overlooked it during the hunt for chocolate.
It was a strange feeling--a mixture of surprise, pleasure, dissatisfaction, a little annoyance, and the nagging feeling that this just wasn't RIGHT. Let's call it Pluh.
I haven't felt it again until this morning, when I logged on to my mail server and found it flooded with the comments that'd been left between June 3 and July 12th. Imagine my pluh.
It was full of Easter candy. The "Bunny" had done a particularly half-assed decorating job that Spring, apparently, and my sister and I had totally overlooked it during the hunt for chocolate.
It was a strange feeling--a mixture of surprise, pleasure, dissatisfaction, a little annoyance, and the nagging feeling that this just wasn't RIGHT. Let's call it Pluh.
I haven't felt it again until this morning, when I logged on to my mail server and found it flooded with the comments that'd been left between June 3 and July 12th. Imagine my pluh.
