Guilt

I have a pile of guilt on my doorstep.

Actually, it's a pile of newspapers I was conned into subcribing to, but it all amounts to the same thing. On Friday, Stellar helped me push the existing pile of papers into the window well; two more have shown up and I just know that they'll spawn and by Friday there will be a new pile of papers taunting me every time I leave my house. Actually, the guilt will overwhelm me to the point that I'll stop leaving the house completely and instead of killing the mice with D-Con, I'll have dinner parties with them and read the same books over and over again (luckily I have enough that they'll be on a yearly rotation) and I'll order breakfast, lunch, and dinner delivery and after a few years, the paper will form a wall (thanks to the non-decomposing plastic bags) around my house and my existence will become merely a legend that the school children tell.

Do you see what guilt can do to a girl?