I’m Being Watched
I am sitting here alone in my living room. I just heard a sound that was in between a camera taking a picture and a lens focusing. I’m fairly sure that someone is making an illicit video of my apartment and it’s contents (me). That or this is the most boring reality television show. Ever. Wait… maybe… there have been some pretty awful ones.
Either way, I’m glad I’m wearing clothes right now.
And I don’t say that a lot.