Small Victories
Jan. 28th, 2002 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueNickle-shod horses run the perimteter of my skull. Widdershins, which makes me queazy. Time slows. Each time I check my e-mail, it is as though months have passed. Class meetings feel like 10 year reunions, and I ask after people's children.
Tired.
But I know the key commands to type ç and ö, and Patrick returns tomorrow.
Tired.
But I know the key commands to type ç and ö, and Patrick returns tomorrow.
