Sep 22, 2006 01:34
Raffi shook my hand this evening. The right one. I wasn't going to wash it ever again, but then I got thai sauce all over it, and Liz wouldn't let me snuggle under her duvet until I washed it off.
anyway, Raffi sang and danced around and talked about how to save the world, and by the end of the talk I wasn't stuffed up anymore, and my sore throat was gone. If he starts a cult, I'm joining.