My mouth feels funny today. At lunch I constantly feared my food was about to jump through clumsy lips onto the table. I became increasingly aware of my tongue, like it had forgotten what it as supposed to do while my teeth and jaws are chewing.
posted by dodo @ 2:00 pm
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
2 Comments:
i don't like the sound of that much... at least dinner was more of a success, unless you were waging a war i couldn't detect from my side of the table
abby birzdi ma'am
this is (one of the reasons) why I love you. you post random shit like this.
also, that sounds rather uncomfortable.
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