Monday, December 28, 2009

12.28.09

Amber: Work lunch

Ben: The old man writes: "With surfboard tucked under my arm, I made my lone walk to the beach...Standing in the swash zone, I contemplated the breaking surf and paddled route to the serene position beyond the churning, collapsing crest to trough, foam spitting waves."

Morgan: Cellular phone.

Rachel: Arbys; Suada plus roasted chicken. Slice, weigh, portion, repeat.

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