"I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Friday, April 8, 2011
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is in 2 minutes. I'm sick of feeling this way. Hope tomorrow is better.
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