wild self

In response to Angie, I have made myself a satyr--one of the unique variety, as I happen to be female, which makes that whole, well, you know, symbolic thing impossible. I was taken with the cloven hooves however, and any kind of fantasy that might whisk me away from those ridiculous math GRE problems tomorrow is fine by me.

PS: Note the glasses. I'm pretending Penelope didn't eat them this summer. I've actually got the remains in a sandwich baggie and I plan to bring them with me when I go for my next eye exam. Maybe they can order a new pair in, even though it's been years and miles between me and this last pair.