A packed-up room is strange. It keeps spitting me out. I feel incredibly drifty-around-the-house, and unproductive. Two days, and tomorrow doesn't count because I'll be in Sherwood Park from eight in the morning.
I miss his brain terribly. Starbucks is my mortal enemy for stealing all his hours.
Friday, February 27, 2009
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Thanks.
:)
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