Aug 27, 2005 19:52
She says my glasses are definitely not right but it's as close as I'm getting without being played by W.B. Yeats.
...Whatever. She says that is rather anachronistic, too, but she'll let it slide for now.
Dreams are an odd sort of thing, you know? For instance, the one I had last night. Very odd. Queer, in fact.
Time goes on.
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