Tuesday, March 15, 2005

the ides of...

March, actually. Which, of course, could explain the peevishness. It's not as if I'm playing Beethoven, now is it? (Warning, obscure literary reference) Historically the ides of March have been associated with hares and Lewis Carroll, which also explains my fascination with tea parties, deep dark rabbit warrens, and madness. I still want to give up.

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