6/17 Almost weekend
Tomorrow will be a good day. When the birds wake me up with their incessant singing outside my window, I can turn over and go back to sleep.
Priceless.
Priceless.
I returned to the states in June 2004, and began what I expected to be a boring life. My expectations were not met. Sure some of it is mind-numbing, but I've been having mini-adventures that keep me pseudo-sane.
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