now that I've found an old friend she won't stop following me around (by which I mean I saw her at what seems to have been a mutual friend's open house). We've barely spoken, but I'd like to catch up.
My hands are dirty. They tore the ceilings down, light fixtures and all. I'm not sure if it's infuriating or just mysterious. It sure puts a damper on human locomotion, though.
It's amazing how long one week has been. I'm 1/9 of the way through. Hang tough.