bone weary... and it's only the 4th day of school!!!!
trying to clear away the bad aftertaste of a vivid and garish nightmare.
smiling at the impending wave of death, terror and destruction.
heard the voice of God in the silent spaces in between.
gonna party like it's 1945.
that there is liberation in the medium of expression.
really learning to let go.
experiencing the feeling of being forgotten.
writing a UBD Unit of which he entitled, "Natural Selection." Go figure.
how to change the icon of plurk....