Saturday, November 19, 2005

The Events of My Day: Friday, November the Eighteenth, Two Thousand and Five

What a day, what a day.

  • The Biting Cold nibbled on my zombified corpse for almost a mile.
  • I lay twixt sleep and wake for almost an hour.
  • Our surrogate movement class changed my life for almost an hour.
  • I tried to hail a cab for almost forever.
  • And I appeared in a play for almost not at all.
The opposite of love is greed.