Tuesdays...
9/23/03 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonare days in which often you find that nothing really means a thing.
Your nose will run to spite you, and your cat will sleep on your tummy to please herself, though the feeling is pleasant enough to you, as well. I want to go back to sleep, but to work I must hie.
Do you feel the frost on the wind, my pet? Does it brush over your fur with an echoing sigh, stinking of cold and a return to hunger?
Your nose will run to spite you, and your cat will sleep on your tummy to please herself, though the feeling is pleasant enough to you, as well. I want to go back to sleep, but to work I must hie.
Do you feel the frost on the wind, my pet? Does it brush over your fur with an echoing sigh, stinking of cold and a return to hunger?
