Good morning, dear readers.
It's currently 6:15 AM. Imogen should be boarding a plane presently to fly to Montreal.
They have little bagels there. Or so I've heard.
It was a busy few days. I skipped several classes.
I'm going to eat cold fish and think about some things.
There's pictures. I'll post them eventually.
Ringo Star looks hideous if you really take a minute to examine him.
I'm going to go now.
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1 comment:
Wait, has she been here yet?
hmpf, I miss all the info.
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