“She dreamt of everything and nothing...”

August 24 2005

Days are long.
But short at the same time.
I guess I should say, classes are long.
But the day goes by quickly.

I’m so tired.
That’s what I get.
For waking up at four thirty.

Church is tonight.
I’m on a mission.
Of the journalistic variety.
A hunt.

Now I must go.
It’s been nice.

Christina