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Jan. 21st, 2005 09:45 pmThere's a whole lot to be said for an evening full of E.M. Forster, The Truth About Cats and Dogs, knitting, pigtails, tea, and buggy snowboarder sunglasses. Especially when it's about to be followed by a night full of Reduced Shakespeare Company and painting on things.
You guys totally miss always walking in on the middle of chick flicks and RSC, don't you?
I need a staple gun. And a map of the world. You can take from that what you will, but I'll bet what you're thinking is twice as interesting as what I have planned.
My grandma sent me an envelope full of grandma-y miscellany. I keep getting all these packages and none of them are from Val and Rich. I think customs ate it.
Paul will be around tomorrow to poke at my car and have bubble tea, and then we're going somewhere to watch folks do things. That's really about all I know about that.
Several other things are as follows: I need to sneeze. My French lessons start on Monday. My ballet classes start on Wednesday. Between all the cooking, knitting, and class taking going on around here, it's starting to look like a Meg Ryan movie waiting to happen. Stace, I need instruction in embroidery. My inahler tastes like rocket fuel and it makes me all jittery.
You guys totally miss always walking in on the middle of chick flicks and RSC, don't you?
I need a staple gun. And a map of the world. You can take from that what you will, but I'll bet what you're thinking is twice as interesting as what I have planned.
My grandma sent me an envelope full of grandma-y miscellany. I keep getting all these packages and none of them are from Val and Rich. I think customs ate it.
Paul will be around tomorrow to poke at my car and have bubble tea, and then we're going somewhere to watch folks do things. That's really about all I know about that.
Several other things are as follows: I need to sneeze. My French lessons start on Monday. My ballet classes start on Wednesday. Between all the cooking, knitting, and class taking going on around here, it's starting to look like a Meg Ryan movie waiting to happen. Stace, I need instruction in embroidery. My inahler tastes like rocket fuel and it makes me all jittery.
