Monday, May 30, 2005
Uninvisible
So here we are, camping out at the denuded house on our last night; Megan drove in on a surprise detour and has taken me by storm, contributing her Outback for the cause of a grand move. Ethipian food at her welcome, hours of heavy lifting (miles and miles of pain) and armhickey box wounds, and a stoned cap at Wonderland, meal, music and beer, C-130 style. Megan is one of three co-founding C-130s, and earned our awesome respect with the inclusion of "C-130 co-president 1999 - present." All that's left is my mattress and computer (leeching internet access from a neighbor's graciously insecure wireless), to be transported in the wee hours of the morn before my 8 a.m. class. Well, that and we're taking turns saying farewell to my rad jacuzzi tub, all I'm sayin'.
My turn in the tub.
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My turn in the tub.
