If I had a life completely devoid of sprained ankles and strained hip-flexers, plaid dresses, broken poetry and those damn english papers I can't seem to bring myself to write, life just wouldn't be the same.
But there are a hell of alot of other things good about May. Cait's birthday. Proms. Great East. Pops. Solos at concerts. Two seasons of Sex in the City on demand. Daffodils. The Improv Show. One glorious week of MCAS testing. Sunshine.
And with any luck, more hiccups than you can shake a stick at.
ash @ 7:10 PM