silentbob en masse 031105
pSyche Packing everything up that I'm going to be taking with me makes me realize what a greedy and overly sentimental person I am. Everything I really need fits in three medium boxes. I'm throwing it all away, regardless of my thinking I might need it one day.
I'm still pissed I don't find out who my roommate is until I meet her.
sisyphus with two windows, two shelves, one bed, and people always onetwothree steps away - the floors are wood and the ceiling white and without direction one might do nothing all day save read the Iliad and wonder about Patroklos and Achilleus and whether lunch is being served now or later and who it was that passed you last night in the dark and smiled and everything else, too. 070922
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