no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

7.16.2003

I came home to tucson for the night to see my family and raid the pantry. Actually, I am stealing maps and possibly digital cameras. My dad and I made cookies and banana bread last night. We put in too many bananas and the pan overflowed and set the oven on fire. My mom was a little upset at us. It is good to be home.

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