Counting the days to the end and hoping I can make it.
posted by Weasel @ 11:34 PM
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Just in from playing a recital. There is no joy in it now, just a going through the motions, hanging on by the skin of my teeth and hoping it will soon be over.
Counting the days to the end and hoping I can make it.
Counting the days to the end and hoping I can make it.
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