"Sing of human unsuccess / In a rapture of distress" - W.H. Auden
Saturday, August 20, 2005
No rafting for me after all. I woke up with a nosebleed, of all things. And the scratchy throat that I thought was gone has instead divided its strength, sending half to my nose for infernal dripping, and half to my chest for hollow, ineffective coughs. How fun!
Despite appearances, I am not a tree frog.
I'm a library employee/grad student who likes to ramble about the mundane whenever I feel like it. Not too exciting unless you know me, and even then, probably not very exciting.
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