you treated a symptom, hawk; the disease rolls merrily on.
i suppose prom was supposed to have been the evening that my life to this point was leading up to. hah. at any rate, peter is quite a kid, and i had fun making an ass of myself and allowing the ruching on my dress to come apart in two places without my noticing. getting dressed up is great; staying that way for seven hours is severely uncomfortable when one's breathing is restricted. all of you looked lovely.
no more calculus at 7:25am. ever.
in just one month i will be in prague, living out of a backpack. and i think i will call him moments before leaving for the airport. just in case he really, really wants a postcard.
maybe what all this means is everything is about to change a lot. but i've said that before. every summer.
no more calculus at 7:25am. ever.
in just one month i will be in prague, living out of a backpack. and i think i will call him moments before leaving for the airport. just in case he really, really wants a postcard.
maybe what all this means is everything is about to change a lot. but i've said that before. every summer.