Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 16, 2016

Are you sure that’s not fly paper?

mud box, fun lip, she dog.

Now, now, fess up for the Professor.

Okay, I ate my homework and couldn’t cough it back up.My reading test got caught in my fly and I messed on it.

I had an attack of existential dread, so overpowering that I shuddered and quaked as I huddled, clenched, in a dark corner, whimpering.So, no. I don’t have my homework.

I have some homework this weekend, I’m going to switch out the old storm door with a new storm door at my house..Flies may get into the house with the front door open..

I won’t be posting on FA for awhile (I’ve been asked to help design Toni’s wedding dress).

P.S. Me man nut box went bad.

I found myself starting to look for a code, but stopped before I wasted too much time. Too bad I considered a lot of my homework a waste of time too. I coulda had class!

That’s a fly-by-night reading test.

@Happy Caregiver Van OwnerOnce again, brilliant bunny/FA related find!!!!!

It was fine, until I began to see my reading list as the limp entrails of past awareness. At first, it was just a few flies, but they began to gather, buzzing, landing, regurgitating digestive enzymes and slurping the slurry of proteins and carbohydrates thus liberated from the word list. Soon, the whole page was filled with flies and their larva, so I could not read the page. Then they began to seek out my living brain, to ingest whatever dead bits might be found there. In mortal fear and dread, loathing beyond anything I could have imagined possible, I fled to a darkened room, there to remain until sleep and the morning light had returned the world to a more or less normal state.But I can still hear the buzzing and now and then the light brush of tiny wings against my face.Other than that, everything is okay, though.

Must of been flies with no buzz.

A swarm of learned flieshow they buzzthey tickle my page

Boy, the comments have been up and down. One day 30-40, the next day 15-20. I wonder if people are at odds about what to say on certain days or they’re up to no good somewhere else. Except for INGSOC who is planning to engage in the manly art of replacing his storm door.

The storm door!Of course, that was how the flies were getting in.I needed to close the storm door.But how to get the flies out of my head now?I began to regret the brain cells I had killed by overindulgence. They would certainly be eaten by larva now. I would just have to wait them out, secure in the knowledge that they would not consume living flesh. Eventually, they would have to leave. I could think of no method of removing or destroying them that would not be more unpleasant than waiting them out. Assuming they were even real, and that they had found ingress to my cranium. They had disappeared and left no trace, after all. So they might be entirely imaginary, the product of overwork at the reading test. I resolved to fight the academic martinets who forced these arcane and draconian measures upon helpless students, should I survive and regain some semblance of reason. At the moment, I had no expectations of either recovery or any semblance of normalcy in the near future.

Dinah Shore had it going as a fun personality to watch.

When confronted up to a mirror ceiling, would you try and rise above this and risk breaking a mirror?

Is it a coincidence that it is September 16 and there are sixteen flies?

Oh… say, does that fly-spangled reading test still wait?

A good lawyer is Key in homework defense.