Thursday, May 29, 2008
62 days, 9 hours, 13 minutes and 53 seconds.
52 seconds.
51 seconds.
I am making a list and I've checked it so many times. Pros and cons. Whys and whatfors. Where and how far? It's all being calculated. My abruptness is calculated. I still have an emergency outfit in the trunk from when things were bad. In a different way. This recycled air and recycled life and recycled plots are all starting to get monotonous. As Elliot Smith would say, "Oh, well, okay."
Photo - N
Words - S
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