November 1st, 2006.
I have nothing to do today. Nowhere to go, noone to meet. It’s refreshingly stressless. I shall, perhaps, do laundry, or catch up on Battlestar Galactica, or go to the
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
I have nothing to do today. Nowhere to go, noone to meet. It’s refreshingly stressless. I shall, perhaps, do laundry, or catch up on Battlestar Galactica, or go to the