Sep 21, 2004 16:17
So. (that's how the Seamus Heaney translation of Beowulf starts)....
So. I donated blood yesterday, and SOME people STILL weren't nice to me. Should I have expected this? Am I too idealistic?
That same day, yesterday, a puppy seemed very glad to see me. It might have been the highlight of the semester thus far.
A plant lives in my room, but it has no name. This is largely because we are loathe to assign it a gender. I, for one, don't want to saddle the poor thing with all that baggage.
and thar y'are