malloreigh

merry winter, dudettes

also i am the weak sauce for getting a fever and not wanting to leave the house, not even to a smashing vegetarian brunch where i would dine with fabulously gorgeous women as birdsong wafted over the crisp air. it had to have been bad, in that case: i dozed on the couch in a tangled blanket mess all day eating vitamins and half-listening to the radio.
it was so nice to see you again, and i know we'll be visiting van soon, finally, thank manitou...