Bad news, readers. The vacuum cleaner is fixed. Two days ago, I was filled with false hope when many people larger than my captor entered the residence and ensnared the vacuum, leading me to believe they were conquering it and ridding my miserable life of its loud noise and threat to suck out my soul. Howsoe'er, I was decieved. The vacuum was mearly returned to its previous state of hunger. How long must this go on? Fear not, I'm once again on high alert as I've taken to remaining perched in tall places until Medusa charges at me, roaring the phrase "KITTYGETDOWN!" I'm sure that means something...
P.S. I'm still dealing with the singing frog.
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