in a few hours, i'll be in iceland. this is a tremendously exciting thought, however i feel a bit bad as i still haven't written about pukkelpop or the past month in the detail i want to. i've started drafting it - so far the entry is about a mile long.
another feeling swirling around my stomach is a sort of deranged gooselike feeling. i rather suspect this is my parents fault - they keep saying "oh, you goose" and "don't be a goose". i'm worried i'm about to sprout feathers and only communicate via goose noises.
there was a lot more i wanted to say, but my mind has blanked. all i can think of is goose noises.
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