2013-11-01 - 10:47 p.m.
cur potius lacrimae tibi mi philomela placebant?
we took a long walk in the rain together. the queen of sheba said to solomon, "howbeit i believed not the words, until i came, and mine eyes had seen it: and, behold, the half was not told me."
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reading: i should catch up on the new yorker, but i probably won't.
listening to: ruth etting - love me or leave me.
working on: un-destructing the guest room. evidently, when i said, "please don't smoke up in my house," it was perceived as, "please, fall asleep while smoking out the bedroom, then drop the roach so it burns a hole through the sheets and into the mattress." zul em vaksin a burekeh en boych un zel er pishen borscht.
in the garden: rain and rain and yellow leaves.