Friday, January 1, 2010

Sam,

I want a bagel.


In other areas of thought:
  • Ow. My side.
  • I think you do, and it's like hanging a bagel in front of me. With cream cheese on it.
  • Please, let tomorrow work out.
  • Sometimes, even though I enjoy school more than the average folk, I feel hurt when I think of the freedom I lose. However, maybe the schedule will be nice again. As soon as I step in the doors, I forget I ever had a break at all.

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