but everything looks perfect from far away.

the voices turned into hands as i tried to sleep last night. and i hate. and i hate. i can't think of it anymore just now. but one of these days i'll put a stop to this. for the moment i'm sipping ginger and i'm sipping mugswort. (forcing one's various immune systems to multi-task isn't such a bad thing, is it?) i feel considerably better on at least the mugswort front, which, really, is the more important of the two. but perhaps i'll still go get pierced tomorrow.



should you live in pittsburgh and not yet know, mistress kaitlin and i are having a wine and cheese party in our humble abode on wednesday, beginning at seven thirty or whenever you decide you'd like to arrive.