A small space for thinking aloud. Some small thoughts, some big: some fleeting, some held dear.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Somehow I think my recollection of French may have failed me just now but never mind. The point is this. Its snowing. Again. I have break duty. I may die. If this is my last post, then bless you all, it was fun.. and dying from a snowball applied to the inner ear isn't such a bad way to go!