A foggy day off. Even though I want to go and tramp through the woods, get lost in the fog, I have to write, write, write. I love foggy days, the muffled peace of them. Once upon a time I lived in Northern California and loved the early morning fog, the no-sound/smell of it on its little cat feet.
Trying to plan my spring break -- I need a vacation so bad that I could plotz. Warm -- no, Hot weather, beach. Mexico, maybe. it has to be somehwere cheap. This is what I am considering, then the family guilt kicks in. Parents want a visit, ailing grampa wants to play cribbage... well, I am tending towards the selfish trip... Sanity before sanctity.
This week: Poe Stories. other class: gender in victorian children's books.
And again ... staring at me...
p.s. By mistake, whilst making me oatmeal this morning, I grabbed the cumin instead of the cinnamon... and didn't notice until that first bite. I quickly woke up. actually, it wasn't that bad...
Trying to plan my spring break -- I need a vacation so bad that I could plotz. Warm -- no, Hot weather, beach. Mexico, maybe. it has to be somehwere cheap. This is what I am considering, then the family guilt kicks in. Parents want a visit, ailing grampa wants to play cribbage... well, I am tending towards the selfish trip... Sanity before sanctity.
This week: Poe Stories. other class: gender in victorian children's books.
And again ... staring at me...
p.s. By mistake, whilst making me oatmeal this morning, I grabbed the cumin instead of the cinnamon... and didn't notice until that first bite. I quickly woke up. actually, it wasn't that bad...
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I just watched Tommy. To my mind, the Who have always been the first Punk Rock band, and my favorite since I was about 12 -- But I hadn't seen Tommy since I was about 14. My god, there must have been lots of Drugs floating around the set. Ken Russell -- guh, what a masturbation on Film. Pretty funny and dated actually, but when you are used to the all Who music and then listening to the gutless broadway film sndtrk version. well, poo. It does not rawk in the least. Maybe it would've been entertainng if I was high. The part with Ann Margaret rolling around, humping the pillow in the pudding and baked beans with her boobie hanging out was pretty friggin' classic though.
Went out drinking earlier, then came home and had a cheap candy / smoked almond debauche. And now head and stomach are pissed at me.
to bed...