Bright. Glowing thing. In the sky. AIEEEE!
Not enough sleep, but moving along. There were actually people waiting to register when Ben and I got downstairs, though the sun was barely up. Boy, these people need to get lives! Owait…
More post-coffee.
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Work is the curse of the drinking classes. Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900), In Life of Oscar Wilde, H. Pearson