Thursday, August 13, 2009

Apocalypse: Now.

Thesis: arranged, aligned.
Classes: registered.
Syllabus: review begun.
Newsletter: bright lights, bright fonts.
Gymnasts: happy (for now).
Debts: paid.
Novel: nearly 40 pages told.
Laundry put away: lol.

...

I promise:

One day, I will scream! I will scream in the most calm tone, in sweetly modulated syllables, no trace of tear or doubt,

and you will be brought to your knees.

In the words of Uncle Vanya: "You will remember me!"

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