Oh no! A whole month gone, and I haven't posted in weeks! My loyal readers, I offer my deepest apologies. I will not test your loyalties further.
But I just can't get this trip journal written. Lying around, eating, and watching Ballykissangel are taking up too much time these days, and I'm so used to typing now that my hand cramps with alarming speed and regularity when I try to write these days. Must get back into practice; I have to start taking notes in class again soon!
So I'll try harder, maybe even get it up this weekend. Everyone have a lovely happy 4th free of pyrotechnic-related injuries. If you're going to be at Jeff Feige's party on Monday night (and if you're a friend of mine, you're a friend of hs and therefore invited: he lives on 11th and F Sts near Union station, and it starts at 7), I'll see you there!
Much love,
Your delinquent blogger Ev
P.S. I read my first spoken-word poem at SLAMicide this week, and it was VERY well-received! I'll put some of my work up soon, too.
2 comments:
A summer without burns, that would be sweet.
Chris
Belive not the whole indapendance thing, its a farce! July 4th was created by the government to weed out all the stupid people by encouraging them to get drunk and blow themselves to kingdom come.
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