index | archives | notes Monday, Jan. 28, 2008 11:11 p.m. << [ Picking ] >> First day of spring semester, my last real semester if I play my cards right, that is, play them at all. Everyone was bustling and lonely. I finally have my things back, except in typical Best Friend Fashion it's only about half of them. Still, it was the severance I wanted. 11:11 again, I remember when every wish was for his love. But I don't need that anymore, and now when 11:11 comes and goes, I find myself wishing for silence. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org