dearest brigid, i love our nightly chats.
today was rough, for no particular reason. yesterday, they were drunk and talking about post-modernism and how the quality of each day is measured by the day before. perhaps the quality of each day is dependent on the expectations you have for it. someday, i'll elaborate on everything i think.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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