A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal. -Oscar Wilde

Sunday, August 8, 2010

I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies

Nothing much to say just at the moment. Les parents visited (National Aquarium, Ft. McHenry, and driving my parents-- who make me incredibly nervous in the car to start with-- in a city where I just barely have an idea about getting around). Hopefully they approved of how my place is coming together (la mére certainly noticed the Russian beefcake that lifeguards the empty pool-- heh).

I feel old today. Probably because my birthday is in 20 days, and the prospect of spending it alone in a city where I hardly know a soul outside of work is kind of depressing. So I guess this is growing up.

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