Sunday, August 12, 2007

Sixteenth Hour

A have acheived stage retarded.

All grumpiness has for now passed. While I have a lead of a few minutes, I am liable to laugh at anything and everything. This is the closest to drunk anyone will ever see me. Oh, and my feet. Our hot hot hot apartment is... hot.

Sandy is being eaten by a wall.



Chambambampion!

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