Friday, February 27, 2004
Lost notes...
in the myriad stacks about my office, bedroom, and living room, or perhaps the dining table. It's like a freaking paper factory exploded in here. And maybe a laundry truck. But as soon as I find them, I will indeed write up the Ann Lauterbach reading, as I have been promising oh these long last three days.
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