The words escape me.
45 seconds of basking in his presence and watching him inscribe his essence upon my humble belongings was worth the nine-hour wait, the poseurs, the bitchy batchmate from my PLC days (Claudia Poon, if you must know. Yes, I am mean enough to say her name and I can say it a thousand times over in a thousand different public places if it means destroying her goody-two-shoes reputation in the eyes of one and the eyes of all) and the heat.
Love to all of you. I had the best meals of my life on that dirt-ridden, smelly sidewalk, waiting for the Stairway to Gaiman to open up to me.
Tomorrow I venture to the writer's forum (and miss Lit 112.1 class), where I shall see the face of the good Lord again (and then Lit 112.1 class will not matter from that point).
At this rate, I will become a believer.
I shall welcome starving. Stay tuned for tomorow for those who do not know why I've gone Zen.
45 seconds of basking in his presence and watching him inscribe his essence upon my humble belongings was worth the nine-hour wait, the poseurs, the bitchy batchmate from my PLC days (Claudia Poon, if you must know. Yes, I am mean enough to say her name and I can say it a thousand times over in a thousand different public places if it means destroying her goody-two-shoes reputation in the eyes of one and the eyes of all) and the heat.
Love to all of you. I had the best meals of my life on that dirt-ridden, smelly sidewalk, waiting for the Stairway to Gaiman to open up to me.
Tomorrow I venture to the writer's forum (and miss Lit 112.1 class), where I shall see the face of the good Lord again (and then Lit 112.1 class will not matter from that point).
At this rate, I will become a believer.
I shall welcome starving. Stay tuned for tomorow for those who do not know why I've gone Zen.