Wednesday, November 10, 2004

all the small things

I think I may break my own record and be in bed by eleven.

TWO young men from church visited me at Ann Taylor today. Not one. Two.

The Muse is riding my soul but the body is too tired to yield to writing and must yield to mattress instead. Thank God for beds.


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2 comments:

Yax said...

Thanks to the title of this entry, I will have a Blink 182 song stuck in my head all day. Which is okay, because all my papers are done for the week and I don't have to use my brain again until Tuesday.

11:32 AM, November 11, 2004
The Prufroquette said...

Hahahaha. I win.

3:39 PM, November 11, 2004

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