Apr 13, 2004 19:56
QOTD: "When a dove begins to associate with crows, its feathers remain white, but its heart grows black."
Today I left far too early for one of my afternoon classes. So I sat for a while out in the cold under the oak tree in front of Southern Hall. Reminded me of things I'd forgotten about. Carnivorous cats in the monkey grass. [dissatisfied sigh] It's been too long.
I wouldn't misbehave like I do if I was more distracted.
unhappiness,
catharsis