How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. - Henry David Thoreau
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Confession
Sometimes while walking through Union Station I fantasize about getting on a different train and just...disappearing for a while. ~~~~~~~~~~ I am reading: Holy Blood, Holy Grail I am listening to: Natalie Imbruglia - Torn And I am: Busy
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