Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

They are still catching snakeheads, but it's not the same

I'm dragging. I have stuff going on, lots of stuff, but no energy or enthusiasm.

I should be in a better mood. It's spring, my yard is in bloom, I have a shiny new bike. But I'm depressed.

I think I've realized why: I miss my buddies.

Only sixteen more years...

Posted by Nic at April 30, 2005 05:15 PM