Saturday, February 25, 2012

Well, At Least There Was Murder

I am, of course, talking about the puzzle.

Let me back up. Being approximately 3 weeks off a breakup, I'm finding myself with more free time than I've had in a while. I've gone through most of the phases by this point, considering the brief nature of the relationship (only about 6 months): the cram-yourself-with-plans phase, the get-the-hell-outta-dodge phase, etc.

Apparently, I'm entering the puzzle phase. It's an Edward Gorey piece, so of course there's much mayhem, which makes for the "Murder" aspect of this post. Does that make it better? Worse?

I'm inclined to say better. It's very soothing, and I get to indulge in a bit of omphaloskepsis outside of yoga class.

Here's to writing again! And indulging my fits of insanity in a public forum.



    I think you should concentrate first on putting together the man pounding his fists on the floor. Oh so appropriate.

  2. Tea is the hallmark of all civilized people. That being said, I'm all for mayhem, and madness in general. The only ones for me are the mad ones.