Snausages...
Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
[BEDTIME]
I am going to try the impossible: an early bedtime. I've chosen a weekend night for the challenge. A weeknight? Too ordinary and sensible.
I fear tomorrow's sunshine will bring about enormous pressure to be happy. I am not ready to be buoyant. It usually takes me weeks to understand which parts of the body to expose and which to keep covered. Shorts and rag socks? Okay. A turtleneck and short skirt, no tights? Yep. Windbreaker and wool hat? Yes. That's the kind of lopsided I'm talking about. Does anyone else feel opressed by the impending mandate to be happy? Merrill, can you hear me? On the other hand, I can feel my muscles start to relax when I go outside, instead of bunching up around the bone. And there's the my bike--I can't wait.
Yesterday was a bit of a downer and I tried to lift my chin up with a little tennis. I put on my little tennis outfit and trotted to the backboards, but--No!--they were filled with handball players. Sometimes if you linger and bat your eyes a little, a few handball games merge. But I could not play fey yesterday.
Lastly, I'm putting out an unrgent call: WHAT DO SNAILS EAT?
I am really worried the ASPCA is going to come knocking on my door, maybe with some video cameras in tow, if I don't get some victuals to these little guys. Help.
I hope to rise early without the inexplicable hangover--sugar? coffee?--tomorrow. I have so many books to read and one to write and a little sewing and hiking to do this weekend. Ciao for now. Ow.
I am going to try the impossible: an early bedtime. I've chosen a weekend night for the challenge. A weeknight? Too ordinary and sensible.
I fear tomorrow's sunshine will bring about enormous pressure to be happy. I am not ready to be buoyant. It usually takes me weeks to understand which parts of the body to expose and which to keep covered. Shorts and rag socks? Okay. A turtleneck and short skirt, no tights? Yep. Windbreaker and wool hat? Yes. That's the kind of lopsided I'm talking about. Does anyone else feel opressed by the impending mandate to be happy? Merrill, can you hear me? On the other hand, I can feel my muscles start to relax when I go outside, instead of bunching up around the bone. And there's the my bike--I can't wait.
Yesterday was a bit of a downer and I tried to lift my chin up with a little tennis. I put on my little tennis outfit and trotted to the backboards, but--No!--they were filled with handball players. Sometimes if you linger and bat your eyes a little, a few handball games merge. But I could not play fey yesterday.
Lastly, I'm putting out an unrgent call: WHAT DO SNAILS EAT?
I am really worried the ASPCA is going to come knocking on my door, maybe with some video cameras in tow, if I don't get some victuals to these little guys. Help.
I hope to rise early without the inexplicable hangover--sugar? coffee?--tomorrow. I have so many books to read and one to write and a little sewing and hiking to do this weekend. Ciao for now. Ow.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
[JUMPERS]
HURRY! Your knitting guide is here. They have enough to go around, but it might be a good idea to keep a penguin jumper around, just in case.
HURRY! Your knitting guide is here. They have enough to go around, but it might be a good idea to keep a penguin jumper around, just in case.
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