Tonight, or should I say this morning, I had to do laundry on the 10th floor: officially upperclassmen territory. I was folding my laundry, as was Kit Williamson, an unusual playwright with a thing for rifles and Budsby Berkley. Ask me for photos. Anyway, we, the only ones in the laundry room, stood there folding clothes (coincidetally, each of us had a massive pile) in complete and utter silence. After he left, I raised the awkward flag to its rightful and proper place.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment