Dustbin, pour toi.

The last twenty four hours have actually felt like about five thousand years.

I live in a permanent time warp. Seriously.

Among other things... Carla made chocolate chip cookies. MFV actually liked my workshop poem for the first time in workshop history. Apple is sending me a new iPod. I ate breakfast at Lady Marmalade at one p.m. on a school day. I am a saucy, red-bottomed minx indeed. I have accomplished no work since what feels like the beginning of time. Just like everyone else.