Saturday, May 31, 2008

d.a.r.l.i.n.g., all of it

i can torture myself in oh-so-many-ways. calling it now my newest, specialest talent. yes! i know that specialest is not a word! sometimes i feel like the specialist speller.

i think of other things, and quite easily, once i try, slightly. this morning, sleep deprived and sticky, and hungover, i guess, although i'm barely sure how that could have happened, my fingers shook while i mixed something. i forget what, and believe me, it's completely irrelevant, as is the way that i spent the subsequent hours. beside the point, all of this, really.