This quarter is quite something. Bec is in St Louis for the weekend, and I am putting together a proposal for a seminar paper on verbal description of art in ancient literature. We looked at some pillows last night, for the registry. Bec divulged her recovery from an addiction to pretty decorative pillows that she's hitherto managed to conceal due to 'highly evasive skills'. Evidently, many pillows from her former period of dependency are now hidden beneath her childhood bed in St Louis. That is perfectly and horrifyingly freudian if you think about it. I have yet to tell her about my tea-cosy fetish. Lord grant me the serenity...
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