:: Saturday, February 04, 2006 ::

"You've got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style..." (Gorillaz)

Today's inclination toward depression brought to you by Fog, of the Bleak English Moor persuasion. I wish the color of the air didn't so directly affect my core body temperature.
I miss Starbucks. I haven't been once since last summer, and I am fairly certain my creative muse responds only to warm, swirly smells. Maybe I should build a Starbucks in the scary half of our basement. Of course, it would have to be a scary Starbucks.

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 11:26 PM :: + ::