Monday, September 19, 2005

Oh, and this weekend I read "Who's Afriad of Virginia Woolf."  A play.  A strange, strange play.  I think summed up best by these lines from Martha (the wife in the main couple): George, my husband... George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. Yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: yes, this will do. 11:19:11 AM

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I am a better bowler than I remember.  Not good, but I still scored 97 one game and over 80 most.  :)  Too bad I slipped trying to retrieve a ball and have had ouchy back pain the rest of the weekend. I did help raise funds through a carwash yesterday after spending 12 hours in bed (reading some of it).  I was sad to miss Dal's b-day. Oh, and the Renaissance Festival was pretty fun. This is all I know. 11:09:27 AM

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