Isn’t it fantastic when you wake up at 6 to get ready to bike to your 8 o’clock class at roundabouts 7 o’clock (what? I wake up slow) and literally at 6:59, when you’re checking your e-mail as the last thing before departing for the outside world, you find a message saying “Hi! This is your prof, I’m sick, class is cancelled, see you Friday”? I’m not being sarcastic here, though I’m sure I could find some way to be bitter about not sleeping in an extra hour. Instead, I’m going to be happy about suddenly having an extra hour to blog! See? Fantastic all around.
Any long-term reader of this here little blog probably took one look at my last post -at its plethora of cute and perky, at its bright colors and innocuous overabundance of citrus- and said “Yeah, like that’s gonna last.” To my credit, I did stick to the lemons and limes for a bit longer:
Then stayed in “innocuous and innocent and pretty” territory for some roses:
And, for a change of pace, made even more roses:
And then, suddenly, something cracked, the bright and cheery dam imploaded in a viscous shower of blood and guts and morbidity, and on came the eyeball cane:
Is anyone suprised?