Whilst I Lay Sleeping

Snow. Everywhere.
How?

I began my morning with a ChocoTaco.
Desperate at 7:35.

I dreamed of Canadian water slides
at the next conference--and that's exactly how life
should be. Only the water was freezing.

And he wouldn't let me on the plane
because I refused to use the Clorox bleech.

If you must know,
I've been in absolute seclusion.
Wrapped in a quilt, making my way
through both seasons of _Lost_.

The shame. The bliss of escape.

But Dickens' _OMF_ appeared in the second season's
finale; hence, I'm justified.

30+ email in my box. Sigh. The work.
Been feeling kindof, well, miserable, but yesterday?
I bought an excessive amount of frames
and created an Asian art collage in the library.
That bit of tangible creativity
seemed to spark the life back into me.

Then, I remembered my blog.