hooray for glorious sandwiches!
I have a stomach-ache now and can't think clearly, and can't write worth a fizzle. This is a wonderous day off, and I am trying to get organized for the upcoming craziness of this year.
I have to get an old Victorian nighty kind of thing from somewhere and tear holes in it and muddy it up and maybe even bloodstain it a little, so that I can play Mr. Rochester's mad wife. We decided unanimously that should be me, because I am the only one with hair that is long and wild enough.
I have begun to read "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham. If my tummy hurt less I might say something profound but I can only think of how sick I am and how hungry, and once this stupidness is set aright how I will head down to the kitchen to concoct some kind of Edwardian sandwich.
I wish I was Edward Burne-Jones.
I have to get an old Victorian nighty kind of thing from somewhere and tear holes in it and muddy it up and maybe even bloodstain it a little, so that I can play Mr. Rochester's mad wife. We decided unanimously that should be me, because I am the only one with hair that is long and wild enough.
I have begun to read "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham. If my tummy hurt less I might say something profound but I can only think of how sick I am and how hungry, and once this stupidness is set aright how I will head down to the kitchen to concoct some kind of Edwardian sandwich.
I wish I was Edward Burne-Jones.