Thursday, May 22, 2003

Mike is far too good to me. We were cleaning frantically yesterday morning, so that my apartment could be at least somewhat respectable for a dancer friend from Austin who is staying with me this weekend, and he did far more than his share. I realized today that I'm not sure I really let him know how much I appreciated it; I'll have to remember to do that later. I don't want to take it forgranted.


All my roses are dead or dying.

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