Always Being Betrayed by the Moon...

[neverireven]

Oh. Huh. Apparently it wasn't Joyceanism that was exhausting me, it was being made out of sugar and spice. (That, or Joyceanism has discovered some very clever way to make my lower back ache as well.) Urgh. Pardon me while I go curl up in a ball of spiteful irony and die. Moan. Shiver. Whine.

Comments

[zwad]

fuck this I'm not doing this over live journal

[neverireven]

Probably wise.

I tried calling Ted. His phone's off. Left him a message. Let you know as soon as I know anything.

[bike4fish]

I'm wondering if women who associate regularly over LJ synchronize. Sometimes I get the feeling that those on my friends' list are syncronizing (the posting immediately prior to this one on my friends' page was from someone with cramps, etc.).