Feint and re-post!
And with a cloud of dust, a flash of steel, and a snap of a blood-red pennant in the wind, I'm off to...
...write an essay for English.
Minus dust, steel, and pennant, that is.
And plus a stomachache.
And minus an idea for what to write about.
I wonder if all this complaining counts as angst.
posted on Monday, April 14, 2003
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