My dear family visit my room, occasionally. One by one they venture in. They come in - look at me - look at the wall: see the yellow squares: move towards the bed, sit on the bed, lean towards the post-its. Read the post - its.
Continue reading the post - its. Continue to not stop reading the post-its.
And I'm just sitting there going:
Yeah. I don't really mind the post-its being read; its when a discussion begins on why there's a piece of yellow paper on my wall saying, well, for example:
'the parting' (misread as 'the parking'; misread intentionally I might add)
'a wise man uses truth, a wicked man uses memories, a coward uses fear...' (it was awkward).
Anyway. .....Lala.... Ah! MUSIC! Okay, this is a fun song:
'I Will Follow Him' by Little Peggy March
That song gets stuck so easily in one's head.