tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737960469602376055.post3550424827851757518..comments2023-11-13T03:57:33.137-06:00Comments on A Work in Progress: I'm Not In College Anymore...Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01676487349397211662noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737960469602376055.post-74994501718183593342008-09-30T09:43:00.000-05:002008-09-30T09:43:00.000-05:00You are not alone. If you recall our Boston trip,...You are not alone. If you recall our Boston trip, I was pooped every night by midnight! So sad. It's gotta be something really good to keep me up these days (lucky for you, best friends from high school fall into that "really good" category!).Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09525890489342635502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737960469602376055.post-15170363140522027452008-09-29T19:23:00.000-05:002008-09-29T19:23:00.000-05:00tee hee. i like your description of coming out of...tee hee. i like your description of coming out of the bar.... i feel old b/c when i come out of a bar, i sigh a big sigh of relief i can hear again, i stink like cigarette smoke (and notice it) and am not begging someone to drive me through taco bell or what-a-burger. <BR/><BR/>breakfast toquito anyone?katandkarlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04503444226601869298noreply@blogger.com