I had the absolute best meal of my life tonight. Literally. The best feeling in the world, and I mean better than anything else. I wish someone would come all the way over here and see me so we could dress up, go out in my city, eat ridiculously expensive food and split a bottle of wine and laugh the entire night. That's all I could think about doing tonight.
"Somos nuestra memoria, somos ese quimérico museo de formas inconstantes, ese montón de espejos rotos." -Jorge Luis Borges
Sunday, December 23, 2007
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