upon arriving back here in colorado i have found myself increasingly frustrated concerning my lack of computer and internet access.
i have had at least three incredibly funny stories to write on here since my arrival on sunday evening, all lost to my lazy penmanship and lack of paper.
if i lived in oz, rooming with the tinman and the lion, i know for sure what i would ask the wizard for.
oh, to sit at home, in my underwear no less, and stay up all night writing limericks and sonnets and all sorts of pretty words. i think the only reason i go out at all on my days off is to get rid of these words pressing urgently upon the bladder of my brain.
(and possibly to avoid the smell of my apartment. but that is neither here nor there at the moment.)
where is santa?
where is my gift giver?
my patron?
when will i be free from the shackles of library time limits?
my cry stifled even now by the knowledge that i only a few short moments before i am out again in the wordless cold.
frankly, it blows.
10:15 a.m. - 2006-01-03
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