free in turns

[iceinyourmusic]

I'm obsessed with wanting to read the rest of Madeline Gins' What the President Will Say and Do; its out-of-printedly unavailability everywhere is pruning up my soul. (That's the least pathetic item on my actual, less pretentiously immaterialistic wish list. Others including new computer because the laptop has started dying and dying and dying on me again grr-argh. And also broadband connection like real people have.) And I signed the contract and made nice with the landlady, so I'm staying here a bit longer, it seems, and maybe painting the walls when I have the time. Because they're pink. Pink!

Empty head, bunnyrabbits, empty empty head.