Sad Graceful Girl

Minneapolis MN

Description

My circadian rhythm has given up any pretence of periodicity and is now jazzily syncopating between lost and totally lost, the upshot of which is that I have not really slept for a week and am regularly seized by bouts of not feeling real. I must look a picture, like a cadaver that's been hanging around at the bottom of a deep freeze and has been hamfistedly defrosted. I feel like I should be stumbling around groaning for brains. Hey kids, it's Me the Happy Zombie! Watch me lurch and cavort. Sure you can feed her. Place the brains on the flat of your hand though, and don't startle her with loudspeaker noises or sudden headshots. I am slow at letting people get to know me, but it’d be nice to have one person to write to from afar. One, smart, caring, cute guy if the Minneapolis gods are graceful. Fingers crossed.