Oh, if only I had magical coffee, the coffee that bestows instant and perfect wakefulness, and eternal youth. That coffee. No, I just have this milky brown water.
Er...yeah.
Yesterday morning, Spooky took the following two photos (behind the cut) of me while I was trying to wake up. They should give you some idea of the disassembly of the hole
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Wouldn't be surprised if you're equally puzzled by my/our desire to peek through the doll house windows ... so thanks for indulging us.
You're welcome. When the new one is set up in Providence, I'll give another peek.
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It was quite a venue for a literary gig.
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*swoon*
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Depeche Mode sang me happy birthday. It was made of pure, pure awesome.
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Also, your office looks like my room, minus all of the crap I've tacked onto the walls over the years. D: I have to move as well, and this isn't going to be easy. :(
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What do you think of the idea that anyone who finds that amazing wealth of destructive power in themselves has the initial desire to fall back on that archetype? They immediately identify with the scariest thing they remember, be it the wolf, the dark, the abyss, the cold howling wastes, or whatever...
I like it. And I wish i were not too sleepy to be coherent! I'll come back to this.
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I have the glow-in-the-dark squid and partnered diving men, too. hehe.
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