"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
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Things that occur to you when you're bored in a meeting.
One of the doctors at the meeting here looks a bit like Summer Glau, in the face. But grumpier.
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