My Glass Slippers

I feel a bit like Cinderella right now. The apartment is mine, until the stroke of 10:30pm, and then, regrettably, I must flee to the safety of my bedroom, dashing so quickly that I leave peace and solitude behind. There they shall lie until I can pick them up again, in another quiet moment, destined to happen eventually, but hope for its quick arrival is fitful at best.

These glass slippers of mine are not uncommon. Many find them and wear them, and are glad when they fit just right. It is not riches that buy them, and no exquisite jewels bedazzle their gentle crests; Instead, they are found only with time, that precious mystery which so governs our lives. Yes, in time, I will walk comfortably in my glass slippers again. Until then, barefoot privacy will have to do.

It's been a day.

My dad had a shirt when I was growing up that said a Pixel is worth a thousand words. Graphics puns are fun, don't you think? Well, since this is pixelated, I will have to agree, and hopefully it will suffice. If you can't make out the text, the key phrase is, "You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help."