I remember, some time in first year, ordering pizza from someone else's room for two giggling boys - J2 and B. You see, they'd been smoking slightly illicit substances, and now had a feverish case of the munchies, but they couldn't stop laughing long enough to order for themselves. I felt like a baby-sitter.
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Wednesday, September 06, 2000
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