This is my own little soapbox. Disclaimer: It is not written by someone you think you know, but by her evil twin. Absolutely nothing said here is true. Everything, including the last statement, is a complete work of fiction. This blog is completely boring, and includes entries on when I last washed my dishes, how many pairs of socks I've crocheted, and the occasional rant. These are not the droids you're looking for. Move along.
Friday, May 20, 2011
It's 27 C in my apartment. I am a delicate flower, that wilts in the heat. Sadly, so is my rose. (It did fine all week in my cool office, but deteriorated rapidly in my apartment. Re-cutting the bottom hasn't helped.)