Monday, March 24, 2014


Winton just a little too tired and a little sick with a sore throat and too sore last night, screaming "I HATE YOU" at me for 20 minutes because I made him take a quick bath (all the more necessary because his one-handed ass-wiping is really shoddy work).

Clara with a sore throat this morning, and off at school.

Me staring at an essay I thought I'd finished 18 months ago and am still (still) writing.

Snow in the forecast for tomorrow.

One of those silly buzzfeed quizzes said I was a medieval court jester, relieving people from their misery in times of darkness.  I feel like I need myself : Give me an egg, nuncle, and I’ll give thee two crowns.

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