Heavy Eyes, Hairy Thighs, Who's Got My Heady Skies?
Oh well, a poet I am not and that's just fine. I'm just sort of forcing myself through the afternoon, struggling to keep my eyes open (and no, I don't have heavy thighs, jeezo, not everything I write is based in reality for chrissake!).
Been a funky week and I'm ready to start next week with more or less clean slate.
Loads of fun, so long as I get my nap in, I'll be just fine!