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. . . . . entries for 8.2.12 . . . . .
Do you remember Kiss Me, that extraordinarily girly love song of yore? For some reason it makes me completely unreasonably fairy-tale-nostalgic and floaty-feeling like grass between the toes and the smell of spring. And it has smelled like spring for the past couple of days, too, and it has made me quite displeased about going into the office these mornings.
In unrelated news, hand-sewing pillow covers is hard and I am not exceptionally good at it, but it will be done and then there will be pillows for The Futon, so that's something.
come home?
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