Whenever Matt emerges from his room in the morning, it makes me want to quote Tennyson's The Kraken.
One essay down, one more to go.
Readin' nothing muchListenin' to vaccuming upstairrsThinkin' about kitty coming in for petting
Back - Forth
Most recently I was
* The Last* Looks like Adam's OUTTA HERE!* I ain't voting for the city transit-fouling wussy.* Why do I feel like an angsty teen again? (Maybe it's my fault; I should take it with a grain of salt...)* Where are we now?