Feb 01, 2005 21:17
When the faces in the photos stare with glass-eyed mystique
Tick, tick, tick, tock; I watch the clock for tenderness.
I slept all day. Alllll day.
And I'm so cold.
I can't get warm. I'm wearing more layers than any human being should. There are seven -- count 'em, seven -- blankets on my bed, where I spent most of the day, but I was trembling and shivering. I still am. I don't know what it is.
I think it's my insides that are frigid. :-\
-- KT