I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? ~ the Waste Land
30 March 2011
Into Great ___ness
i am not even fully conscious, right now, and merely hope that spilling out some of these thoughts will be a bit of a pressure valve: the dog has to go*my kid won't sleep*should i be this irritated when people refuse to spell Finn's nick-name the way i do?*i hate that my darling is so exhausted*i hate that i am so exhausted*why won't Finn sleep?*sometimes i don't hold my baby for a couple of hours and it bothers me*the dog is half of finn's world, in a way*i will be glad to be up and about again*especially if i can get some sleep*baby is crying; where is he?*if i read Guess How Much I Love You? one more time i'm going to wommit*ah, james herriot*movies are good, but even good ones are a waste of time*i admit that i will not miss the dog pacing and whining around the house*it's getting cold again*why won't Finn sleep?*here comes my baby . . .
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