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And each one of those train stations has an oyster bar downstairs.
More re: script meeting and re: oyster hijinks to follow, soon, real soon, but just got
home and am wasted and way too behind with grading and class preparation to say
more right now.
Except that generally speaking, I'm an idiot.
3 comments:
Don't explode, but I've put you on the spot with a few new followers... check my blog.
Not to complain, but your eyes are sort of creeping me out today.
it's wonderful--all a gal could hope for. nothing to explode about. thanks!
RE: the eyes. Ended up with oysters, not stars as I'd hoped, in my eyes. and mud on my face.
also, am still under influence of that Outsider Art Fair stuff. you think these eyes are creepy....man, there was like a whole section they should have called the heebie jeebies corridor....
I stopped by to thank you for following my blog and then I found this wonderful creation and feel small and grey in comparison. Way to go! And the fact that I am also a university lecturer (among many other things) behind in my marking - in fact should be doing that right NOW - gives me a warm sisterly glow.
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