Sunday

You know, a baby that has just discovered that the voice he keeps hearing is actually coming from himself is awfully cute...for the first five minutes. Forty five minutes of an infant's imitation of a dental drill, not so cute. Trying to concentrate past that sound, just about impossible. I think today's pretentions of writing will be done at Border's instead of the library, where noisy people seem to bother me less.

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