Mar 14, 2007 13:26
Anne wrote last week that she couldn't wait until spring, couldn't contain herself any longer, and that once spring came around, she would evaporate.
I'm taking a blanket outside with my book for history, my iPod, and my nalgene...
I wish I could just slouch out to the South Lawn and have a mind-blowing conversation with Cloudy, Kerwin, Isa, or Ted, or hear Paul playing his guitar and singing about the night-watch man.
"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better end of the bargain." - Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind