The Broke Medievalist.
Tauregs, always been fond of them—their indigo robes are damned spiffy. Living in the desert is one of those things I’ve always wanted to do, even though I know from experience that heat and I do not get along well at all. I’m absolutely brainless tonight. Totally fried. Which…sucks, all things considered, as I had a grand plan for tonight which has been well and truly smashed upon the rocks of my own brainlessness and general physical exhaustion—both stemming from some sort of malady or other, just what malady eludes me, though.The afternoon, particularly the later part of it, has thus sped by me in a haze, from which I recall napping with Alex and very little else aside from the storm which is still venting its slowly burning fury onto the not-so-fair city that I call home. Anyway, here is this picture.Peace.

Tauregs, always been fond of them—their indigo robes are damned spiffy. Living in the desert is one of those things I’ve always wanted to do, even though I know from experience that heat and I do not get along well at all. I’m absolutely brainless tonight. Totally fried. Which…sucks, all things considered, as I had a grand plan for tonight which has been well and truly smashed upon the rocks of my own brainlessness and general physical exhaustion—both stemming from some sort of malady or other, just what malady eludes me, though.
The afternoon, particularly the later part of it, has thus sped by me in a haze, from which I recall napping with Alex and very little else aside from the storm which is still venting its slowly burning fury onto the not-so-fair city that I call home.
Anyway, here is this picture.
Peace.