Ask me why I mourn.
May. 14th, 2007 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingToday I am a chocolate-coloured beat poet. Black isn't something I have in my wardrobe; brown, however, I have in spades.
After respite of about a week (where respite is "simply had a really bad sore throat"), I have a cold. Again. This must make the second or third month solid that I've been under the weather. It's becoming a bit repetitive. I'd really like to be able to blog something other than
To this end, I am attempting to finish the puberty book as promised to Mark (my boss). I have a kettle boiling on the stove to make Steph's Herbal Tea of Doom (if I can find the recipe).
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After respite of about a week (where respite is "simply had a really bad sore throat"), I have a cold. Again. This must make the second or third month solid that I've been under the weather. It's becoming a bit repetitive. I'd really like to be able to blog something other than
Dear LJ: today Hokusai's Great Wave off the Coast of Kanagawa was replicated in minature in my sinuses. I used up three hankies. I am still editing the Puberty Book.
To this end, I am attempting to finish the puberty book as promised to Mark (my boss). I have a kettle boiling on the stove to make Steph's Herbal Tea of Doom (if I can find the recipe).
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