Yay for me, I’ve got a whole two pages done. At this rate, I’ll be done in June.
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for March, 2004
I need to stop blogging random things and just write my damn essay.
To each his Dulcinea.
I both love and hate about myself the fact that when my alarm clock goes off in the morning, my body does not wake up and instead has a dream about alarm clocks.
I want to be the maid on the shore.
Se mo laoch mo ghiolla mear Se mo Chaesar ghiolla mear Suan na sean ni bhfuaireas fein O chuaigh i gcein mo ghiolla mear
I’m not sure whether it’s thinking about my essay or drinking coffee that makes me crazy. Or maybe it has nothing to do with either and I’ve just snapped from the weight of loneliness. Woot for creative insanity! I love you Don Quixote!
The few, the proud, the squishy.
Woot for British spellings!