I hate to imagine what I will be doing at this time of e day, exactly 3 months from now. Either I'm home rotting away with the airon on full-blast, or I'm shoving my way through the throng of crowd somewhere out there. As much as I dread it, I have to prepare myself for the scourge. SIGH~
Good things always come to an end, but why?
Monday, October 12, 2009
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