I was up at Wurster this morning, and for some sick and delightful reason, I left with a great sense of contentment. The first deep happy in a while. However, I think I had Bruce waiting to make the sketch model piece way too long. I'm really sorry, Bruce.
Small thoughts:
I think I am way too competitive.
When I move out next year, I would like to have a dog. Wouldn't that be great?
I have this itching to play poker, and gamble with fives and tens and twenties.
I am listening to Jay Chou like crazy; I think I've become a lazy listener.
This is the month of love, I'm itching also for an audience.
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