a little piece of death
Patrick wrote about our trip, but she left out all the important parts. Like matzo ball soup. and running away from a scary homeless guy on the subway platform. And Patrick's purse that tried to break free when we were crossing madison ave. And there was also important things like LIBRARY and ROUTE 22 and CRAPPY ITALIAN FOOD. Most importantly there is TRAFFIC, and me crashing into things and trying NOT to kill people the best I can. Although a piece of me died when I came home and found BOTH of my parents reading the DaVinci code. why why why? They usually read such intelligent books. Now I'm reading Cart and Cwidder by Diana Wynne Jones. She's the author I usually get mixed up with the thief woman; it took me a while to realize they were two different people. Because they both have three names, you know? I think if Becca were reading this, she'd die a little too.