A blade of blue

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. -Robert Frost
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Friday, April 22, 2005

Ok, so I'm an idiot. I was wearing my slippery flip-flops, so you would think that I would pay attention while doing dangerous things like going down stairs, right? Of course not. I was leaving the appartment, heading down the steps from tower B, when my left leg flew out from uner me and I landed, with a loud thump, on my butt. The only good part was that there was no one there to see me make an idiot of my self. Alas, at least it's Friday. And all in all, life is good.

joanna An outpouring of the brilliance that is me recorded at 3:10 PM

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