Saturday, May 29, 2004

Inevitably, summers end up being a blur of days so simmilar to one another and so spent in the persuit of fruitless pleasures that it gets hard to tell one from the other, and inevitably, I end up forgetting the day of the week, which isn't a big deal in the grand scheme of things but gives you an idea of why I long for summer all year as I slave, okay mildly exert myself, at the university, and then grow bored within a month of its arrival.

Misha at Saturday, May 29, 2004

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