by dishpantheism

just spent the last hour sitting tailor style on the middle of my bed and rolling madder-dyed yarn from a skein into a ball. i thought it would bore me to sleep. but no such luck. now my belly is beginning to growl but i'll be damned if i feed that griping sack of no good anything else until my body stops revolting and does what i want. so nyah. go to sleep already! stop hassling me and slumber! if you are a good body i will feed you honeyed toast and apricot ginger sausages and hot coffee when you wake. 

eh. my mesmerism skills fail me. fie.