"Where Bleeding Hearts Shrivel and Swing to the Right"
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
12:03
It's midnight, and I've awoken to the overpowering smell of somebody cooking...nay, burning, some sort of fish. I'm going to die, I hate living in dorms. Kill me now, and the fish person.
"There is only this for consolation: an hour, here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined." - Virginia Wolfe
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