Thursday, 10 June 2010

My Makes

Last night, a muggy Wednesday evening, I felt that familiar urge to make stuff. When the impulse comes calling, it needs to be satiated to prevent extreme antsy-ness. Similarly, when I feel the exercise itch, I have to run or swim or hula hoop, else I'll feel uncomfortable, as though I'm spending the day or night in another person's ill fitting skin. So, the birth into the world of these shiny things meant I could sleep easy.