The superfluous incidentiality of the extraneously impertinent.

Woke up with a bang and a bug on your face, Crawled in your mouth and gave you a taste of the good life you left behind,well I think you're gonna be fine. Somebody loves you, and you're gonna make it through.

vineri, februarie 06, 2004

Papers are in the mail, tickets are reserved, a laptop is on its way.

It was so good to come home. For some reason this homecoming was extra sweet for me. It has been impressed upon me nearly every moment of every day since i got home how good life is here. Im going to miss it.
But there are other possibilities that must be exoplored. And so I shall.