Morningish, Morningesque, Morninglike
This morning's excitement: an ambulance in the apartment parking lot. Getting my car out and onto Suydam Street proved challenging, and by this I mean I wanted to smash an ambulance windshield with a crowbar at 7:20 a.m., which I would never, ever do without a court order.
Yes, I've been avoiding you. Last week should have been the kind of happy writing-fest I live for, but there was too much to do, and not enough rest. Essentially, my brain was too busy to chat and the body was too tired to move much. Picture this torpor. Picture it well. Now picture it with healthy red highlights and a fab coat of nail polish. There now. That's hardly disturbing at all.