Proust and all his endless sentences today. Some days he tires me, but today we are in harmony.

poke poke poke. it's how I am forced to type for the time being

broken bones! ahh! Stupid me!

still broken

injured here

I've broken my arm. I now poke instead of type

I can't wait for the green. True green.

To Oregon!

New faces!

Planning a much needed road trip... over a Guinness... or few.