beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Sam, you're out; auf wiedersehn\" Oh, man. Oh, goodness. I went ice-skating this afternoon on the Common and now I am tired as if I'd never been tired before. One of the things I love about skating on the Frog Pond is the scenery all around: the gold dome of the State House, the church on Park Street, and so on...the tiny kids whizzing by fearlessly on their tiny skates...the crazy Cambo teenagers equally fearless, only bigger. The music is uniformly blah and crappy; the only song I recognized was a Snorah Jones song. Ohhhh but I'm tired! I've been pretty inert this winter. See Bacchus for a brief exegisis on exercise and mood. What if Judge Alito were being challenged by Heidi Klum et al on "Project Runway" and he had to design a new judicial robe that interpreted the Constitution? And it couldn't have secret pockets where he could hide secret documents? 7:50 p.m. - 2006-01-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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