"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Thursday, December 01, 2005
ROAR!!!
Still incredibly sore from hauling all my worldly possessions eight blocks!
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Well, at least you biult some muscle, now that's gotta feel good.
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Chekkit out!
What's your new apartment like?
Yay Binah! Roar!
Awesome! Yay for new places to live! You should totally have a barbecue when it's not snowing. :)
*Almost* unpacked! Definitely want a BBQ. Maybe for Groundhog Day? =)
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