Monday, 19 May 2008

Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone; sold my red horse for a venture home

running

At the moment I'm running away from laryngitis. If April is the cruellest month, May is the is the gruelest month.

[Title from Bon Iver song: a man who did something useful with his running-away-from]

8 comments:

Fern said...

so the story goes. . .

ElizT said...

Running nose as well?

Jeannette said...

I personally, never run.

Chichi Parish said...

Dear mentalist and hypochondriac,
End of May is looking frosty.
Thanks for the gift btw.
Ta ta

Ellis Nadler said...

You may run, but you can't hide

Prozacville said...

Dear Ms Personally-I-Never-Run

Just remind me how many thousands of miles away from home you be at the moment?

Lor Lor said...

Whoa
Whats going on here?

Prozacville said...

Yes, what IS going on here, Lor Lor?

I feel you're about to offer an analysis?