the shortest day, the longest night

[porphyre]

I woke to find myself alone, so twisted with cold that my teeth had chattered through the edges of my tongue. The blankets had been pulled off me and pushed out of my reach. A fairly clear message in winter. I sat up and curled into them until the shivering stopped enough for me to pick up my glasses. "Happy New Year." Outside the building, I spat

Comments

[anonymous]

precious

[porphyre]

my tongue stings.

I want that song.

[mckenzee]

would that I had known in time to mail you a sausage.

Perhaps random foodstuffs (and SOX!) should wing thier ways across the continent, just in case.

it's illegal to mail meat in canada

[porphyre]

I still haven't properly slept. This makes three days.

here is the song

your cute little laws amuse me

[mckenzee]

Right, one vegetarian morning sausage with ambian gravy it is.

and thank you.

ReI blame the woman who tried to mail half a moose to her nephew

[porphyre]

I'm not a vegetarian.

And you're welcome. it's neat.

[porphyre]

I should be. I keep trying to drop by and see you at work, forgetting that that place seems to be hibernating.

[porphyre]

Where are you now, then, and my Tom Waits? Are you hiding out together?