Friday night in Philadelphia
March 30, 2007
Sometimes it’s really nice to stay in on a Friday night and attempt to be responsible by working on a term paper and presentation.
Sometimes it’s nice to have the window open on crisp early-Spring evenings with breezes full of wood burning smells.
Sometimes it’s nice to listen to music really loud, slowly work on your paper, and bake cookies.
Sometimes my small apartment feels just right.
Sometimes the cluttered bookshelves are perfect.