"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
Monday, May 09, 2005
Patience, gentle readers...
Much ado today. Postings to be...um, posted, during Happy Hour (as in, "boy, am i happy work's over for the day!").
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