If I may? Quel crock!
Found this pithy code-generating foolishness whilst mucking around on the internets, and pasted a few recent posts. You know, in the name of procrastination scientific method. Make up your mind, am I a brilliant drunk? A stream of consciousness Irishman? Or am I perhaps the queen of tween blood-sucking angst?
Apropos of nothing? The Decemberists Here Come the Waves followed by Frontier Psychiatrist by the Avalanches? Tweaky vibes on the old iPod this fine morning.
Off to Providence for lunch in a bit. Then swimming at Memere’s pool. After a morning spent puttering in my garden and drinking tea, and the random stylings of my favorite playlist? On the heels of yesterday? A day which began and ended brilliantly? A day which contained a thousand small sparkling, magical moments? I am radiant and uncontainable.