Wednesday, August 16, 2006
men slaves and their slave girls, these being seven thousand three hundred and thirty-seven
Day 337: Darrell wasn't feeling well, so I made him some homemade potato soup. It was yummy. It included vegetable broth, potatoes, onions, celery, shredded carrots, a dash of pepper, and a pat of soy butter.
blessing will be on the man who goes on waiting, and comes to the thousand, three hundred and thirty-five days
Day 335: The girl at the grocery store liked my shirt.
the sum of three hundred and thirty-four dollars to thence
Day 334: I visited The Darrell at work and made surly faces at him
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.Thursday, August 10, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Three hundred and thirty-one white doves were released. Some settled in its branches. One landed on the shoulder of a mourner and just sat there.
Day 331: Trying to find my inspiration. Did I leave it by the window? Nope. Can't seem to find it...
shall I go to the movie at three thirty
Day 330: Wow, that's really not flattering. And, you know what? I don't care.
three hundred twenty-one american soldiers killed in action
Day 321: It's just a coincidence that there's two (anti)war quotes in a row.
america has allocated just under $320 billion to date on the Iraq war
Day 320: Artsy bedtime picture.
three hundred and nineteen people attend the regional healthy people meeting
Day 319: Tired of taking pictures... almost done now...
three hundred and seventeen times each day I have to open my head, reach in, and pull the wires out between two malfunctioning neurons
Day 317: The Google quote above is strangely relevant to this photo.
price check on america’s communities, aisle three hundred and sixteen
Day 316: I'm there in his eyes, if you look closely. Very closely.
lesions of the urinary bladder in three hundred and thirteen autopsy cases
Day 313: The window inspires me.
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