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Jul. 25th, 2003 11:55 pmDriving home from Waltham, everything just felt so RIGHT. I was washed in cool air and the night sky and the feeling that things were very very good. There were no qualifiers, no ifs or ands or buts. Just the sensation that here, now, I was in a great place.
I thought that, of all the experiences of my week, bears writing down. Actually, it bears being trumpeted from the top of South Station.
Tomorrow my new roommate Cris returns, and the re-organizing of the house will begin. There will also be barbecue’s soon, as soon as we can find an open weekend. Maybe we will pick a Sunday night instead of Saturday. The night can close down in plenty of time for the working people.
One more day to run around in no pants.
I thought that, of all the experiences of my week, bears writing down. Actually, it bears being trumpeted from the top of South Station.
Tomorrow my new roommate Cris returns, and the re-organizing of the house will begin. There will also be barbecue’s soon, as soon as we can find an open weekend. Maybe we will pick a Sunday night instead of Saturday. The night can close down in plenty of time for the working people.
One more day to run around in no pants.
