I need some nice warm blankets. Walking home sixty blocks on no food whatsoever to save on busfare only to wake up at 5:30 in the morning from cold is simply arduous. Time to rummage in the closet. I’d really like to meet the woman in charge of the weather. I’ve got some questions for that dame. I’d put her in that classic room with the swinging light and a cigarette. I’m sure she smokes by now. All the crap in the air gaurantees it. Her eyes must be filmed by yellow tears all the time. Each and every one of those hairspray bottles keeps her hair stiff and her dress is filmy cloud. I wonder if she’s pretty anymore.
Twinge, toil, and trouble. I stretched and felt as if implanted wires had broken in my flesh. Sharp, sharp, they cut and burn. Suddenly glad of an enforced seven hours in a chair in spite of the fact that I’m already obsessivly checking my mail. A muttered good morning darling to a new letter. Yesterday my company was quite taken and I was quite taken by my company, but who knows about today. One can hope, but certainty nothing.
Gah – need to reboot for work.
edit: I utterly have nothing to do with the person who left that comment nor do I agree with thier comments. They sound like my father. Hope you’re well Darren and this person can’t get at you. I, for one, am honoured to know you. Keep up the breath-takingly gorgeous work.