21 June 2012 Thursday
110/72 BP
174 TC
78 G
“He thinks that morals are paintings on walls and scruples are money in Russia.” [imdb]
I’d walk the world for her, she couldn’t walk me a mile.
She couldn’t walk me a mile.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
Baby bird bird yesterday, displaced by tree removed so new homeowner can have more light; now bird birds with a mommy though all remain exposed on ground, near the sawdust of previous home.
Lots of dreamings again. I suspect I’m having and remembering these multi-adventure-filled dreams because/when I’m sleeping more than 4 hours a night.
Hair cut yesterday. Hair stylists generally enthuse over my natural wavy hair and then proceed to make it as straight as possible. It’s interesting for a day or two, and then thankfully goes back to itself.
It’s late. About the right time for a ramble, and it’s a been a while here since..