Craptastic mornings...

are the kind that start with four ibuprofen and four extra-strength Tums.

I'm all done with this flare now, thank you. *makes shooing motions*

Heehee... Craptastic mornings can be improved, however...

Belated interview meme from anathema666

Anyway, here goes...
( maybe this should have been on the Moya filter )

Idle ponderings...

Why is it that I reliably crave raw or rare beef whenever I'm in a particularly libidinous mood?


I think it would be very hard for me to be a vegetarian.

Favorite poem...

Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Some one came knocking,
I'm sure - sure - sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But naught there was a-stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.

Walter de la Mare

I'm just in the mood to share. It's been a favorite since I was a little kid.

And some other randomness... The rest of maggie and milly and molly and may by e.e. cummings doesn't really stick with me, but the following lines play regularly in my head:

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

...and I have a specific smooth round stone that I've kept for more than a decade because it reminds me of that line.