I worked my first night shift in a couple of months last night, and consequently woke up mid-afternoon after just six hours sleep, feeling slightly disorientated, and with a dull migraine that was almost certainly caused by the spring sunshine attempting to burn it’s way through my bedroom’s blackout blinds.
So, right now I’m sitting in front of my computer, drinking my third cup of coffee, and contemplating ordering myself a pink mohair cardigan in the mid-season sale. No, really. And considering that I did actually pick up a pair of flared jeans last week these are strange times.
Anyway, the strangeness continues:
FEMA Official Claims He Sometimes Spontaneously Teleports, Including Once Directly to a Waffle House 50 Miles Away
“I ended up at a Waffle House, like, 50 miles away from where I was.”
Korea Herald » Dress like a poet, express inner identity and stay on trend
“A quiet, introspective mood is reshaping fashion. Dubbed “poetcore,” the trend channels the romantic sensibility of writers into understated silhouettes… is extending literary influence beyond bookshelves and into wardrobes.“
Yes, ‘poet core’ is apparently a thing. I am a poet and I didn’t even know it.



