So come here little Jetta, let's be on our way. Up, up to the great white North,
Shall we set as our course.
With coffee in hand
And coffee in the other hand-
with the radio blaring a band-
Shall we sally forth
Back to our cold, grey North.
...yeah, so despite the fact I spent a couple of hours yesterday with my brilliant writer and poet friend, Rebecca (and am now re-inspired to write my heart out), that's all I've got as I'm writing this at 12:57 a.m.
Happy Wednesday. xoxo.