Today I walked around the city on the advice of TimeOut's "48 hours in ..." and looked at a bunch of Gaudi things. All the way down one of the narrow vertigo-inducing spiral staircases at the Sagrada Familia, british pre-teens were spitting into the tall pillar of air. At least they were nice enough to be loud about it so that no one was hit accidentally.
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!