Saturday, January 20, 2007
perennial screaming light.the threatening saturday evening rain dashed any hopes of a pete's place dinner craving; i swore i heard mom muttering under her breath but i wondered then. cedele's at novena; "i can taste pete's i can!"
post saturday evening rain, i feel rejuvenated from my ritualistic weekend workout. of a coffee fix and social research readings in the cold and musty 8oclock hour; there was.
8:08 PM
