Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Now Wat
Finals over. Maui in 2 weeks exactly.
Um um um. New computer. Information to follow.
That's about it.
What did I do before I took tests? Oh right. Post stupid shit on the internet.
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