What was already the shittiest week in recent memory was topped off today with the news that a dear friend of mine and missus c. had lost his life, suddenly and unexpectedly.
Another uneventful evening here in the Kinjaverse. Hope everyone is safely tucked away in llumberlland.
Don't listen to youguise, shhhh, no nightmares for you.
It's nice that we could finally have a quiet night or two around the Kinjaverse. I offer you this gentle sweet thought in honor of uninteresting times and quiet nights:
NomadiKat is the gift that keeps on giving. I bend my knees and thank the Kinja gods for such overt spittle-flecked footnoted crazy.
When the morning was waking over the war
I was going to post some Dylan Thomas, but the Kinja text editor is much like the text editors on AOL chat rooms circa 1993 and renders all my efforts as piles of garbage, so I won't trouble you.
Grief lives in tiny boxes in our hearts.
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill