My coffee cup is Day of the Dead themed, and has images of a skeleton playing the upright bass, one playing the mandolin, and one on the drums. Everyone thinks that skulls have a kind of sinister grin to them, but these skulls are shiny happy smiling -- big open-mouthed (figuratively speaking) smiles with eye sockets warmly scrunched at the edges. The mandolin player is even waving a bony hand at me as if to say, "Hello! Death isn't so bad!"
This entry comes to you by way of a three-hour sleep. I think of short sleep as a deposit in some sleep bank somewhere -- since I only slept three hours last night, I now have five hours coming to me in the future. As it is, I have plenty of slumber to spare (drop me a line if you need some and I'll Fedex it to you pronto).
This entry comes to you by way of a three-hour sleep. I think of short sleep as a deposit in some sleep bank somewhere -- since I only slept three hours last night, I now have five hours coming to me in the future. As it is, I have plenty of slumber to spare (drop me a line if you need some and I'll Fedex it to you pronto).