August 12th, 2004

bleeding, Ryoko

Day of Rest

Slept way late. My roommates did my laundry, hooray (thanks, guys) so I have clean clothes and marvels of structural engineering.

I couldn't, of course, give plasma. I read a little, but mostly slept.

There were loud guys on the bus. I should write something surreal about them, but I am so very drained right now...
  • Current Music
    bus noise
running, bomb tech

Poem search

Anyone know where to find/the title of the Arthur Conan Doyle poem to the critic who did not distinguish between the character's opinion and the author's opinion? I do not have the right keywords