Hair, day eighty-two
I know it seems like my hair doesn’t grow. 82 days?! Shouldn’t I be able to throw it out the window and let a local prince climb it like a rope, up two stories into my room? Where I would promptly slap his face for getting fresh with me? You are ROYALTY, for god’s sake. [...]
Playing on the iPat
A little under the weather, lounging on the couch with PILLOW! BLANKET! IPAT! “How do you ask for those things, Marlo?” “Please have pillow, blanket, iPat? NOW!“
