Sunday, October 29, 2006
Tired and hungry after a weekend of hectic house-shifting, I sit pretty and tight, reading letters from long-lost girlfriends, girlfriends lost in time and letters lost in the wake of life's bueuracracy. Feels like having your brain wrapped in soft velvet and shot into space; the good part of it. Feels bouncy. Feelks like a whole lot of marsh-mellows.