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Thứ Hai, 24 tháng 1, 2011

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

tiny feet and where's wally
dead weather

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.


one hundred posts...
may this post be as unconnected and nonsensical as my day (which involved waking up late, almost bursting into tears in the apple store, and trying not to laugh when reading "a midsummer night's dream" in starbucks until it shut)
and in relation to that middle point, i've no idea whether they're going to have to take my laptop away. you'll find my delusional thoughts on twitter, if you care to look.

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