Prayers for a stranded Blonde
Well it’s been awhile but at last the semester has come to a simmering close. The silence since my last post doesn’t indicate a lack of activity, oh no, the psychosomatic warp of IUB persists in churning out various occurrences to keep its inhabitants on edge.
Due to the moths of time nibbling at my brain and in the interests of preventing carpal tunnel syndrome, I can’t even summarize all of these, but I’ll post a few scraps the fish hooks of consciousness have been able to drag from the echoing caverns of my shell shocked memory.
Creepy things first……
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