Showing posts from June, 2007

the more i think about it...

what i want to know.

i hear the ticking of clocks.

now we're cooking.

we survived the gauntlet.



(no) recovery

felt like walking

they're baaaack.

if only i could...

there's a whisper.

it's all happened here before.

maybe all i need is a shot in the arm...

tired wednesday (there is a trend!)

tired tuesday.

man oh man

rainy day race.

getting the kinks out.