words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Thursday, November 09, 2006
phooey on waking up too early, and phooey on laptops that break down.
i have a brit lit test today. i feel more confident about this one than the last one (b+) so hopefully that is telling.