i woke up early so i could work on some poems but i could not concentrate on much of anything, for all the yelling right outside my window. this year they moved the
marathon to high street (
why?) so that all those very eager people were standing in the cold right outside our windows.
bean, irritated over her loss of sleep, mumbled, "it's stupid to cheer at the marathon. what happened to the idea of the noble, solitary runner?"
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:anyhow, better late than not at all, this is me me me sporting the rhinestone specs at mischka's house. that's his ivy.
