i must remember that i hate that "pretend you're not lactose intolerant" game
also, i can think of one million things i would rather be doing right now. Sometimes it feels so good that my job is to read, think, stretch my head. I'm a geek at heart, and i love that feeling of reading something and feeling a little piece of brain shift into a new place.
But.
on nights like tonight, i'm sure that this is not what it is all about. There are other, better ways to learn.
[like driving across canada? start brainstorming, pr. maybe we can be drugrunners]
12:26 a.m. - 2002-12-05
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