7:30 p.m. - 12/10/02
damn new-agey pseudo-peace.
I want to write right now, but my mom has this awful meditation music playing for a class that's assembled in our living room, and I seriously don't think I can maintain my brain if I sit here much longer, which is odd as I just finished a sort of "meditation period" of my own. But the music was better, as was the company...
I'll write later, if enough worlds stay together between now and then. In the meantime, I wish love.
chord
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