sicpowered

all that, a bag of empty chips, and a wicked headache....

I am _____, and you are _____. We are _____.

hopefully the dull thud will carry we through the day.

updated to add:
my friend klaire has made me cry. not in sadness, not for joy, not for all the lost, or all the precious found. not for love. not for that simple word always (twice now). not for me, or her, or for life or death.

for all these things, and everything else.