| I just spent ten minutes that belonged to Isaac Newton and looked up people. I am a bad friend. I'm a good buddy, and an excellent counselor on occasion, but a pretty bad middle-term friend. All these good people. . . I want to be better. How?
I want to be a comfort to my friends in tragedy. And I want to be able to celebrate with them in triumph. And for all the times in between, I just want to be able to look them in the eye. . . I want to be with my friends, my family, and these women.
Aaron Sorkin, "The Crackpots and These Women," The West Wing
I'll work on it. |
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| Wow. This again. I wanted to stalk y'all, so I figured I ought to make it reciprocal. Don't hold your breath for updates, but right now I am (in order) alive, surviving class, and making up for ignoring my Vassar friends all summer. I hope all is well. |
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