How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Back to work. Back to school. Back to the attack. Yucky yucky exams are in the way of my wonderful Christmas. What the fruitcake?! Oh wellz, it's okay. Psalty is back, and he is king. Oh and at least I have....
Nothing that belonged to it exists any more. He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.