five thousand shades of blue

Wednesday, February 27, 2002

That light you see at the end of the tunnel may actually be a light, and not in fact an oncoming train.

Otherwise, I curse the English language for the vagueness that is born at times when one is excitedly uttering at one's parents for a grand generosity bestowed on oneself. And for that sentence too.

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