I am completely exhausted from thinking about Tom Thumb all day.
That is such a ridiculous sentence that I wish it wasn’t true, but alas, it is.
It’s about time for a new entry here at runswithcarrots, but my life is so soaked with sad, sad dissertation-ness that I cannot write anything marginally entertaining. So, instead, I am going to finish up Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood, which is a book for grown-ups. It does not include any children the size of your thumb who sleep in acorns.
It does, thankfully, include pigoons. Pigooooooooon!