| our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost ( @ 2011-05-12 08:25 pm UTC |
Why did it not occur to me that phone conversations use spoons? This is the third night in a row where eight-thirty has left me staring at the back of my eyelids without the spoons to do anything including go upstairs to sleep, and the only thing I can think of that's changed is my job duties, which now include the telephone.
