We're 100 days into 2007 and already I don't want to think about counting the ways in which my life has radically changed. Jesus. Be careful what you ask for, I guess, because you don't have to look back that far to hear fat happy me whining on about the world being boring and nothing ever changing. Well.
So it has, and it's 100 days and here's my friend S and my daughter A and my friend N jumping around a bemused Theo, 100 damn days into this benighted year. Excellent. This year is not so bad.
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