Nomad: I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me

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Friday, January 07, 2005

I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me

Snow days abounded and provided a nice break but I think the lack of a schedule has put me in a funk...

I get in these moods where I want to run off to europe and be and emo-kid-chainsmoking-monotone-speaking-red-wine-drinking-radiohead-groupie... hence the quote on the side bar.

Moods pass... this will soon. Untill then I will just enjoy my wallowing mood.