"[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!
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?
ReplyDeleteYay Binah! Roar!
ReplyDeleteAwesome! Yay for new places to live! You should totally have a barbecue when it's not snowing. :)
ReplyDelete*Almost* unpacked! Definitely want a BBQ. Maybe for Groundhog Day? =)
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