That being said. I told this goth-o guy that I would write him a postcard so I am currently converting/recycling this paper that I have. Listening to this band called Wye Oak, which is sometimes verging on irksome.
Other than that I am sitting here in my brand spanking merino wool toque dreaming of a day when my lips/nose/hands/feet will not be chapped beyond recognition. I will be going to school in an hour. Thinking I may go running after that. Well.
And Sabo met some new people in the Bibliocafe so she will tell you that story when she sees you. I myself have heard the same story words at least 4 times already.