No Breaks Till Thanksgiving *wanders around in a comotose state*

Oct 25, 2006 00:54

Note to Self: What would it take to get reincarnated as a damsel in destress locked in a tower in the middle of a pretty forest (or some such other fancifull and totally pointless cliche), with nothing to worry about but how long my hair grows or if I'm going to run out of embroidery thread or prick my finger on a spindel?

Mm on second thought I'd probably end up trying to hang myself with my embrodiery thread... or my hair. Wonder if that would work. I'm sure you could find a way if you really wanted to. I really need to go to bed. I hate wednesdays. *contemplates in a poof of smoke and wonders if a relaxation trip to Evansville would really work this weekend*

random, october

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