A love, greater than the Cold War
The title speaks volumes, if only you knew me and the self--inflicted anguish I was experiencing in January 2005.
On a related note, I was going to talk about couples. Then about history. Then about food, eating in the middle of the night, and Chinese food in particular.
Instead, with the morning ever rapidly approaching, I will lay my tired body down, thinking thoughts of the Soviet Union, Grace Slick, and English syntax.
Maybe it'll make sense in the next revolution. It will be shorter, too.
On a related note, I was going to talk about couples. Then about history. Then about food, eating in the middle of the night, and Chinese food in particular.
Instead, with the morning ever rapidly approaching, I will lay my tired body down, thinking thoughts of the Soviet Union, Grace Slick, and English syntax.
Maybe it'll make sense in the next revolution. It will be shorter, too.