"every morning just the same/since the morning that we came/to this poor provincial town"

What happens when I have far too much time on my hands?

Why, collages of my vain self, of course!







(There is a bigger version and you want it as your desktop...I know Danielle wants it at least ;) and she shall have it as soon as she tells me to email it to her!) Wow--quarter to 5 a.m.--time to go to sleep, I'm getting loony.