It is my last day of being twenty-two. This year has been good to me, but I'm looking forward to a fairly awesome twenty-third. It starts on a high note when a certain adjunct professor from Vanguard University arrives in PDX tomorrow to whisk me away on a day full of adventures. I have heard promises of steak and pancakes. Separate meals, I assure you.
I can't think (or write) when I'm listening Tim Hughes.
It's off to Bally for me with my dear roomies. I can no longer sit and be fit (though I enjoy engaging in that activity with the wonderful elderly folks at the Avalon Senior Center and my good friend Marcus DeLeon).