ramblings of a mind disturbed by joining the real world, dead languges, biology, knitting, art, an obsession with arctic anything, and now, a fish. and a boat.
aspiring graduate student of biological oceanography, currently hosting an epic battle between real life working as an EMT and the rebel alliance in my brain that want me to run away to the tundra and spend my days knitting, skiing, reading, writing, and playing with molten metal.
some days the Rebels win.
2 comments:
There is no end to how bizzare this is. Bonus so since I had pet sheepses as a child, and I can only imagine their wolly horror.
I know. you've gotta wonder what went on in the fluffballs' heads...sheepdogs acting strangely, and at night, no less!
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