grey.

[witchscauldron]

Strange day, strange mood. A not-mood, almost. Grey.

It's windy and cool here. Zathras and I watched brown leaves fly around the mud-lawn a while, and the trees bend and groan. March weighs heavy on me, right now. Feel like I'd just started walking uphill and now I'm sliding. Oh well. One day at a time, like always.

I enjoyed myself at katmo's last night. It fortunetely held nothing of exploding trains or the like, which I am hoping bodes well for her trip to Spain on Saturday. eccentrophile seemed to enjoy her card reading, as did magicbox, although he felt his was somewhat tongue-in-cheek.

Ah well. I'm going to go play with rocks now, and avoid laundry.
-M.

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[starfallz.livejournal.com]

So is the laundry crawling after you? *wonders about how one tricks laundry in order to avoid it....*

*hugs*