From a hurricane of ribbons and a spasm of clouds, she laughed a slow dream. In it, you met a dragon.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Don't need no lullaby
Today I am that unbelievable kind of drowsy where, no matter what I do or how many naps I take or how much fresh air I get, I can't wake up. My good buddy Michelle has come and gone from Colorado, dance recital is on the near horizon, at which I will help, but today I have just done absolutely nothing and I can't even care.