this is not a post.

No post tonight because M is making me go to bed. I promised to write two comments and then I'd go, and now he's waiting while I do that and I am sneaking this in just to say that it is HIS FAULT that I didn't post in my journal. Only, because I posted to say that, it turns out that I DID post in my journal. And that's his fault, too! But tonight there were going to be pictures. Great pictures. Pictures of depth and beauty. Pictures of me! Well, only those weren't the deep and beautiful ones. But still. I think I'll probably just talk about posting these pictures for a while and then give up. I wish I wasn't so lazy. Also, that my head didn't feel metallic and dizzy and sneezy. Last night I told M that my head felt metallic, and cold and dull and empty. He wanted to know if I wanted him to fetch me some headache medicine, or perhaps some Rustoleum. I love that boy. Even when he plays mandolin behind my metallic head.