Just got back from the BU spinjam, and dinner with them afterwards. AND I finally finished the book Stacey lent me, called "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius". So I went into boston, read on the way, met some cool people, spun a bit (in the corner, like the shy n00b I am) and got back exhausted.
It feels so good to DO things.
Oh, and it's my birthday. 23 years... is that a good year? It seems like it must be a good year.
It shall be a good year.
1 comment:
Happye birthdaye ye olde manne.
See how I did that? I made things seem olde timey by adding e's to them.
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