Saturday, June 04, 2005
Coming to the library for the purpose of first, translating a Catullus poem, and second, reading the portion of Romaji Diary I did not finish in bed last night, I sidestepped the study tables for the computer booths, at which I sat in the vain hope someone interesting would also be online. James-the-CA and Daryl are lovable, but I have nothing particular to say to either of them at the moment- I suppose I must resign myself to accomplishing that which I originally set forth to do, after all.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:59 AM]