well, not pouring exactly, but it is exceptionally grey. I miss the sun and Arizona. I've been avoiding going back to my little hole all day, and have instead been sat at a borrowed computer in a borrowed house in what feels today like a borrowed country. I wonder how old you have to be before the place you're in finally feels like home?
Monday, May 21, 2007
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