he won't love you like i love you

robin is sprawled across my bed, surrounded by sheets with words like matthew, christology, eschatology and jewish catching my eye. she's reading the acts of thecla as a break between covering the apologists and matthew, while i am madly drawing a picture of paul, who has been described as short, bald, bandy-legged man with a hook nose and a unibrow.

one day i'll really work, i promise.

in the meantime, i have to say that i was mighty impressed with my childlike rendition of bandy legged paul. he'd totally be a good boyfriend.