Saturday, January 12, 2008
mired in greyness
I have done little writing and almost no reading today. I am worn to the bone with oh everything - everything I think. Elli has been working on her tasmanian devil act and pretty much perfected it during my phone call with Sara as she dumped a small bag of woodchips for the barbecue all over the floor ~ Got on a chair that she had drug over to the hutch and started pulling things out of the drawer ~ Pulled all the pillows off of the couch and then started chasing shadow around and laughing hysterically!
i'm looking for the escape clause - chord - door and can't seem to find it anywhere!! surely there is a way out of this box as it begins to sink to the lower end of the great trench in the middle of the ocean of despair that i'm at right now.