May 13, 2006 09:56
...and cold as sin (to me anyways). I probably could've typed up a shitload more poetry, but didn't. *shrugs* No worries, I'll get there eventually. But this morning when I did awake (before Elle left with Jae) Elle had replaced the electric blanket back onto the bed because I was apparantly curled up into a little ball *laughs*. Gotta love her
elle,
poetry,
weather
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the muse will allow you to release when it is time
I love you
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