Monday, October 17, 2005

Sick Day

I don’t feel good, I can’t talk very well. Whenever I get a little cold or something, the first thing that goes is my voice. Ironic that I’m out of words here too.

We’ll talk tomorrow.

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time

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