swarbles.

a mostly goodhearted twentynine year old lady who lives in a land where it's winter half the year. starlings nest in the soffit along the side of my house and mourning doves roost under the roof above of my door stoop. i fall in love all the time.

sometimes i sing.
sometimes i make things.

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guess which lady left her wrist splints at work?

in less forgetful news, i emailed the deer last night.  i sent him a novel, which is basically what i always send him.  i generally always write novels if i am not in somewhat constant communication with people.

i made it through the whole day at work (and about a half hour longer, since there were people visiting).  arguably, i should’ve left much much earlier.  i’m very tired and not feeling all that great.  oh well.  at least tomorrow is friday already.