Ooog...

need...more...sleeeeeep....

And breakfast!
*eats yummy rice thing too quickly and gets hiccups*

I had a great time last night with friends and knitting. Afterward I had dinner at Safari with a friend, and it was suprisingly delicious--I had never had Somali food before. When I got home and cut through the basement I discovered someone tossing out this great Tim-Burtonesque chair made of plaster and pipes that was suprisingly sturdy for all it's fantastic weirdness. I was happy to give this thing a new home in my apartment, where it's now draped with handknit scarves and home to several stuffy monkeys. Coooooooool...

OOp! this Maus has gotta motor!

Ms Mausi's Pretentious Poetry Corner...

...I wake up every morning, far too early for a day
and drag myself through breakfast, and I make my sleepy way
through sidewalks and through ivy, just another worker bee,
as New Orleans is drowning in it's home beside the sea...

I read the morning papers and I grumble at the news.
I've stopped watching the tv, since it just leaves me confused.
The bloodshed, pain and violence has no end that I can see;
And New Orleans is drowning in it's home beside the sea...

I pay the bills I need to pay, my home is small but fine,
I struggle with my muses, obligations and my time,
And when I gripe, I know for certain fact it's selfishly;
since New Orleans is drowning in it's home beside the sea...

I think of all the men who wars have sent so far away,
who see their hometown flooded and can feel only dismay
as loyal Guardsmen, trapped in desert sand up to their knees,
watch New Orleans still drowning in it's home beside the sea...

There is no point, there is no theme that ties my poem tight,
Just quiet guilt at selfishness that all with me is right
While chaos overflows it's banks and sinks road, house and tree;
and New Orleans keeps drowning by it's home beside the sea...






Yeeees, it's doggerel, but if I type it up here I can get it out of my head, which would be nice...So there you are...