Oh, the weather outside is frightful...
It doesn't feel like Tuesday. What of that? And it certainly doesn't feel like FAT Tuesday--which it is. But maybe Fat Tuesday doesn't have a feel. Or if it did, perhaps it would be marshmallow-y, and that'd be gross. I'd squish it because it would invite that with its whole marshmallow-y nature, but then I'd be grossed out. And I'd laugh a little because the exchange would be awkward. And I might eat some of Fat Tuesday just to get that weird vocal quality that can only be achieved by having a mouthful of marshmallow. Oh, well.
Dang it. Now I want a marshmallow.
As I'm looking down the week at Friday (as always) I'm thinking that's our xangasite posted deadline for essays for new rogues. Are we going to put up some signs and extend the date? Wade turned in an essay to me today; I have not read it. If any of you want to read it before Friday, drop by.
Easter
Dang it. Now I want a marshmallow.
As I'm looking down the week at Friday (as always) I'm thinking that's our xangasite posted deadline for essays for new rogues. Are we going to put up some signs and extend the date? Wade turned in an essay to me today; I have not read it. If any of you want to read it before Friday, drop by.
Easter

