Saturday, June 11, 2005
New Haven
Stupid balls. I live in New Haven. How did this happen? Why don't I have internet at home? How much pizza will I eat before the year is out? On one hand, I miss my friends and the comfortable live I led in Boston. On the other hand, the experience of arriving home to find that my stuff has not yet been stolen is a particular type of pleasure that I hadn't previously experienced.
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