i made leah a wee parcel and sent that off. celia stopped by for a few minutes to give me the precious gift she brought with her from greece for me, and i gave her two nice hugs and a small pep talk. she's off! outside is like laying on a piece of hot buttered toast (as if toast is that great AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT), if we were all an inch tall. i'm listening to jazz and my cat is trying to steal things from me, little theif. i'm going to watch the darjeeling limited again, also: will you take your shirt off and sit away from me so i can practice drawing backs & spines? i'll make you fruit with granola and yogurt, pinky promise
P.S.
Athazagoraphobia:
The fear of being forgotten.