
My apartment seems to be just inside the border of powerlessness.
Luckily, I have a candle, a charged phone and ipod, an unread book, and an inclinatation to sleep soon, to tough it out until morning.
Huh. This is a weird welcome back to my annual visit of the old Livejournal friendship page. It reminds me of how, at the time, I thought it was…
The aftermath of the election makes it seem like we're all in for a very serious emo time, better suited to journaling than yelling on Facebook, yet…
Hey. it does!