*hangs hat*
Mar. 23rd, 2010 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo. Back home again. I feel like a plug that doesn't fit: all the wrong voltage, wrong prongs, everything. And I can't believe I left the place like this, tho' the boys assure me that it's true.
Barry's in a grump, he's hardly talking to me; Mac won't leave me alone. I type with a purry cat in my lap, bloodstains on my hands.
Can't find my head-shaver; can't shave my head.
In more of the same news, I seem to have taken 800 gazillion photos, of which one or two might prove acceptable. *deletes*
Didn't sleep on the journey, so I guess I'm entitled to feel tired. I'm going to have a bath and go to bed, and see what happens next. Other than wriggly boy, I mean. That's a given: the young master is exceptionally pleased with himself tonight. In the morning, we'll see what he makes of dehydrated ice cream. I'm too knackered to play tonight.
Barry's in a grump, he's hardly talking to me; Mac won't leave me alone. I type with a purry cat in my lap, bloodstains on my hands.
Can't find my head-shaver; can't shave my head.
In more of the same news, I seem to have taken 800 gazillion photos, of which one or two might prove acceptable. *deletes*
Didn't sleep on the journey, so I guess I'm entitled to feel tired. I'm going to have a bath and go to bed, and see what happens next. Other than wriggly boy, I mean. That's a given: the young master is exceptionally pleased with himself tonight. In the morning, we'll see what he makes of dehydrated ice cream. I'm too knackered to play tonight.
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Date: 2010-03-24 07:25 am (UTC)Don't go deleting all the photos; it's surprising how different they look when you go back to them.