My constant migration from diner to diner in some ways bares similarity to the Native Americans who were indigenous to this land 400 years ago. I move in, take in the pleasures of the abundant coffee and solitude until the supplies run dry or the wait staff no longer disguise their annoyance with me. At which point I gather my belongings and move
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andrew, dear heart, you never cease to amuse me. (i laughed for quite a while!)
go to bed. i know you cant sleep but at least close your eyes for once. sheesh.
-(giggling), Ana
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say no to drugs
i think we're in need of an agent's day...
sometime soon...
take me along.
i could use a little bit of insanity...
...and since i feel as if i've already hit bottom
coming to terms with the wasteland of my brain...
well, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea.
scooby-doo-wop-bah-dooby-doo-wah~~~~~~~...
SCAT WOMAN!!!
i remain your faithful agent and uber-nippon lady.
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