Here I am—my social fears of six months ago precisely realized now—riding the ferry to Seattle, where a friend will help me remove the grit that's been irritating my eye for 24 hours.
Yep, quite the life I've carved out for myself.
Musings from the Round Mound of Unprofound
Here I am—my social fears of six months ago precisely realized now—riding the ferry to Seattle, where a friend will help me remove the grit that's been irritating my eye for 24 hours.
Yep, quite the life I've carved out for myself.