Rocking to my 64 Crazy Janes playlist with a hoodie on, hood drawn, trawling the interspaces for story ideas. I need a couple rapid fire little buggers to start up my brain for a couple hours, later tonight. Furthermore, I have to be a human being connected to physical concerns, primarily the sink full of dishes, which must be washed. Including the pan, cutting board, et cetera.
Oh, Liza Radley - the way you hop through loneliness like it was a hula-hoop. You're a lion, girl. You're a lion.
Please note that Tara has a bopping new baby bloggy, certainly barely out of the womb but spanking, yes, it is spanking.
I need to throw together more weird playlists.