Smallhouse Log

Tuesday, Second Week
"Then I grew up and life got sad." - David Grier, 9/29

I should go to bed soon. Even though it's about two hours before my usual bedtime, I'm not tired, and my early-to-bed roommate isn't even getting ready yet. It's just that I'm getting up at five or so, because.... Dude! I'm gonna be in a movie! Rock!

Work continues on the site. See that frontpage? Oh, yeah. The rest of the site will be somewhat like that in style, and I'll do it as I feel like it. I'll probably overhaul this page next (since it really needs it), but who knows what'll come after that. Maybe the links page? Maybe the 'guestbook'? It probably won't be the poetry, I can say raight now.

When I walk into my room after it's been closed up for a while, I invariably am struck with the thought, "Man! My room smells so darn French!"

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