13 February 2007 @ 03:41 pm
anew
My window is open and rain murmurs on the magnolia leaves outside.

I've finished most of the week's homework. I'm 300 pages into Anna Karenina. I've survived my 3-hour shift in the cafe. My apartment is clean. Cyrano received his valentine/dismembered saint. Hermione just turned 18 and runneth over with the fullness of her future.

I love the rain.

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Prepare a Face: peaceful
Love Song: falling rain
 
 
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(Anonymous) on February 13th, 2007 11:24 pm (UTC)
distant thoughts on L. Vacca class
I hated Anna Karenina... and- what cafe? what else is there to say? ...at least with the use of only one hand... sleeping bantling while the feets of snow fall outside.
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