I love living alone. But

I love living alone. But why must I contemplate every noise in the middle of the night. You would think that I would have figured them all out by now living here for the past three years. Instead I lay there in bed thinking about my escape route and plan for calling 911 when the burglars crawl in through my window. Today I did a hand stand in an extremely small heated room. I did not however try the head stand.

Posted by kristina forester at February 21, 2003 11:43 PM

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