Things that make the day go faster

Day 15 - Dead Roach
Yes, it's still there. It's starting to separate from itself. Kind of like it had been stepped on or brushed aside. Curious.

I happened to glance up at the top of the empty bookshelf in there and noticed for the first time that there is a stapler just randomly sitting on top of the empty bookshelf in a room devoid of all other non-furniture objects. An off-white stapler in stark contrast to the dark shelves. Funny, I never noticed it before.

It's as if someone unlocked the office and placed it there just to see what would happen. I checked the door. It's locked.

Today's musical tribute to our departed friend:

I Fall to Pieces
as sung by Patsy Cline
Written by Harlan Howard and Hank Cochran

I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend

You want me to act like weve never kissed
You want me to forget, pretend weve never met
And Ive tried and Ive tried but I havent yet
You walk by, and I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces
Each time someone speaks your name
I fall to pieces
Time only adds to the flame

You tell me to find someone else to love
Someone who'll love me, too, the way you used to do
But each time I go out with someone new
You walk by and I fall to pieces