Current mood:hopeful and expectant
i'm working my last day of work before i leave on wednesday. i'm excited and terrified and tired. i'm also remembering how planes make me feel claustrophobic. stuck in a metal box, unable to open a window. uck.
this is the man i am going to find out about. that is my mom at three years old. she looks as tough as she is. my uncle jacob, next to her, is dead now. so are my grandparents. i never knew my grandfather. in all the pictures i've seen of him he looks mean.
wish me luck. blow me kisses. buy me a drink when i get back in may.
this is the man i am going to find out about. that is my mom at three years old. she looks as tough as she is. my uncle jacob, next to her, is dead now. so are my grandparents. i never knew my grandfather. in all the pictures i've seen of him he looks mean.
wish me luck. blow me kisses. buy me a drink when i get back in may.
 | Currently reading: Foucault's Pendulum By Umberto Eco Release date: 13 November, 1990 |
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