Apr 10 2008
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beauty is the day
My roommate is stuck inside terra, I feel for her. She suggested to go to Rittenhouse because it’s freaken beautiful out. I might just have to go. I need to be depressed somewhere else. Sunny wheather might be the cure. Doubtful. But I’ll read my book, (that I should’ve finished long ago) and my camera. See what comes of it.
30 sec. later:
Just got a little better, someone in a car outside was jammin’ to “Midnight Train to Georgia” oh Gladys, love-a you!
