These two facts mean that we, once again, are temporarily internet-less and also I am drinking more tea. Currently, you can find me in the Pratt computer lab listening to this song. It says “cats”.
Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, chapstick, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
