Dead ones and the living

[sovay]

I slept twenty minutes last night and all of them were nightmares. I write this e-mail from a dentist's office in Davis Square, where after an hour derspatchel is finally being seen for the filling that disintegrated on Monday night (it is that kind of week). I appear to have just watched the Pope abdicate on CNN. I've had better-starting mornings.

(Probably so has the Pope, but I bet he isn't tired enough to hallucinate movement in the brickwork across the street.)

[edit] I still really keep hoping for an antipope. I know it's not going to happen. I'm just saying.

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Good lord, this WEEK. This MONTH.

Is it too late to hide under something? I'll bring blankets if you'll bring muffins.

[sovay]

Is it too late to hide under something? I'll bring blankets if you'll bring muffins.

It's the last day of the month! If we can just make it till midnight . . .

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Muffin-hater. *snif*

[sovay]

Muffin-hater.

Please note I said nowhere that midnight cannot be waited for with blankets and muffins.

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Beg pardon. I guess February has me a bit tetchy.

Muffin?