In the highly unorganized abode, I look at what I have and I pick what feels right, sometimes especially if they're not right, if you know what I mean.
Generally an alteration between fine and genre, this is the genre bearing its knife fingers.
I predict when dad wakes up he'll say all flabbergasted "What is this?!?"
You know I might just be watching my collection till I'm ready for bed, i'll hope till about 15 hours from now, I have 2 heating pads for my aching parts, left shoulder particularly.
