And, today, well, it's like Paris in springtime, drizzling and chilly and grim. Thank, you, Kitty, for sitting on my lap all night and this morning and helping me study. I'm sorry I'm dripping tears on you now. I don't want to convey this sadness to you, to make these last hours tense and terrible. But here we are. Come back when you can.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Last day in the sun: 4-2-08
And, today, well, it's like Paris in springtime, drizzling and chilly and grim. Thank, you, Kitty, for sitting on my lap all night and this morning and helping me study. I'm sorry I'm dripping tears on you now. I don't want to convey this sadness to you, to make these last hours tense and terrible. But here we are. Come back when you can.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Yes, now I'm done talking about it, fear not.
Maudlin-blog fortnight is over.
I haven't been able to figure out what to say but I guess it's just that my god if there were ever an excuse for being sad (I would not say maudlin which implies unjustified sentimentality) you can claim it. t. ma pauvre I'm so so so sorry - I know it doesn't help but you're in my mind and heart.
Post a Comment