Oh, sour Monday afternoon. You are gray, cloudy. You promise snow. I hate you. You make me want to nap (is it you, or the whiskey last night that makes me feel this way???). Either way. The only thing that could possibly fix this sleepy day, this horrid beginning to a week, this piss-poor January, this itchy 2009, is this.
John, take notice. Only that will make me happy.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
3 years ago
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