i have a constant phobia of cockroaches. any small, black line or shape makes me stare at it long enough to ensure it isn't moving -- not toward me, at least.
the ridiculous eastern-european connection continues:
- my 20th c history coarse turned out to miss a description in its title : "eastern-european conflicts"
- at red room tonight, while reading for the above test, at the table next to me sat a triple friendly conversation on the problems of ethnicity and sovereignty in ... guess where?
i'm not saying there is a cosmological spirit moving me away from the wild wild west and toward the opposite direction- i'm just enjoying the ride.
i want a bag full of feathers.
i can't read the news tomorrow.
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