Friday, September 30, 2011

a promise is a promise - even if it's a bit late

Saturday Sunday: sick, stared at ceiling and wallowed in self pity

Monday: school, learn the salsa and how to say refrigerator in spanish nevera, nevera, nevera, nevera, nevera

Tuesday: school, develop an alarming obsession with planet money. Toxie's back, guys!

Wednesday: school, step on partner's toes. Get lost from post office.

Thursday: school, tired. Fiesta!

Friday: Geneva, prepare to jump off some mountains.

*Lost my way and found myself alone in this rose garden. Apparently Romeo missed the memo.

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