bags... more like SUITCASES
As my mother would say... ba-dum *tish*
So incredibly indubitably ridiculously and ludicrously tired. I have finished with thesisaurus, finishing touches if any are required on the sun's day, but truth be told it has been basically done for a week and more now. Though in all fairness there is a great deal of difference between MOSTLY done and ACTUALLY done, like, with a TITLE and also a bibliography.... the whole title thing, I keep forgetting about it. It's not like you name your essays when you hand them in, I am simply not used to 'owning' my work to that extent.
But yes. I look like some sort of hag from the netherealm (invented word, spotted that didn't you) of Hel, yes one 'l' to all you damn waspy types, I am referring to that ice world of the norsemen. With Hel herself, daughter of Loki and some random giantess from Jotenheim or somewhere. Is it Jotunheim? I think it is. Musings on Icelandic myth, it is never too early in the morning to be thinking of these things. Says I. But who would listen to this crap anyway. My eyes are so puffy they are actually painful to keep open, and I have this sneaking suspicion that I am beginning to look something like perhaps a 34 year old mother of 8.
Wonderful glorious tea, gyokuro, with green tea cake and red bean and cane sugar and little green things that taste like crunch. That is actually their flavour. And you get to eat the tea afterwards, with soy sauce, in a little shallow dish that has some very scrape-y glaze on it, designed specially to set your fellow tablemates' teeth on edge. And once again, Hen and Ali are brilliant and I love them. They are so relaxing and natural. People who put you at ease. Or rather never give you reason to doubt your ease. Or something.
My best call of the evening for Scriptless was "Location?" - "Mexican bus stop". Went down quite well.
Damn my eyes! Simply not funny enough. And all pirated out from the cheering.
"On A Station in the Metro"
the apparition of these faces in the crowd
petals on a wet, black bough.
In the immortal words of Ezra.
So incredibly indubitably ridiculously and ludicrously tired. I have finished with thesisaurus, finishing touches if any are required on the sun's day, but truth be told it has been basically done for a week and more now. Though in all fairness there is a great deal of difference between MOSTLY done and ACTUALLY done, like, with a TITLE and also a bibliography.... the whole title thing, I keep forgetting about it. It's not like you name your essays when you hand them in, I am simply not used to 'owning' my work to that extent.
But yes. I look like some sort of hag from the netherealm (invented word, spotted that didn't you) of Hel, yes one 'l' to all you damn waspy types, I am referring to that ice world of the norsemen. With Hel herself, daughter of Loki and some random giantess from Jotenheim or somewhere. Is it Jotunheim? I think it is. Musings on Icelandic myth, it is never too early in the morning to be thinking of these things. Says I. But who would listen to this crap anyway. My eyes are so puffy they are actually painful to keep open, and I have this sneaking suspicion that I am beginning to look something like perhaps a 34 year old mother of 8.
Wonderful glorious tea, gyokuro, with green tea cake and red bean and cane sugar and little green things that taste like crunch. That is actually their flavour. And you get to eat the tea afterwards, with soy sauce, in a little shallow dish that has some very scrape-y glaze on it, designed specially to set your fellow tablemates' teeth on edge. And once again, Hen and Ali are brilliant and I love them. They are so relaxing and natural. People who put you at ease. Or rather never give you reason to doubt your ease. Or something.
My best call of the evening for Scriptless was "Location?" - "Mexican bus stop". Went down quite well.
Damn my eyes! Simply not funny enough. And all pirated out from the cheering.
"On A Station in the Metro"
the apparition of these faces in the crowd
petals on a wet, black bough.
In the immortal words of Ezra.
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