keep my heart somewhere drugs don't go
Nov. 9th, 2007 10:53 amCold and the sounds of my mother's voice as well as my brother's do not lure the muse. Cold might if I had a blanket, but alas, I am blanket-less. Woe.
*hobbles off in hopes of bribing a muse for Sunday*
*hobbles off in hopes of bribing a muse for Sunday*