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still, cause I don't want to move a thing...
July 12, 2005
After a day of intense emailing about the upcoming NYC trip, I came home to an empty house. Slav was at work, and mumsy&dadsy are off galavanting at Ocean City. I am so proud of them for taking a vacation by themselves. I decided to go to the pool, got dressed, and walked on out. It was a hazy day, with summer just sitting there, stuck in the air. It was a code orange, but it sure was pretty. I got to the pool and remembered there that it closes every Tuesday. Too tired to make the five minute walk home, I walked no more than 50 feet to the nearby grassy field, spread my towel on a sunbathed chunk of grass, and lay down. I talked with Nikka on the phone, fell asleep for a while, then talked with Vanessa. I was laying around just looking at the sky. I love how the sky takes on a dome shape when I'm laying down, looking up at it. Somehow I found the energy to get up and walk home. Just finished watching Coach Carter, about to wash a pile of dishes in the sink. Slav should be home soon with grapes and a box of Honey Bunches of Oats, and then it is good night for me.
Oh please let us play softball tomorrow!! PLEASE GOOOOOOD. (short O)
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