tarzan jane: working hard or hardly working

today? the latter.

today i unexpectedly ran into dan at our local library. the both of us sure didn't see that coming-that which we call fate. we ended up typing like robots on online chat to communicate with each other when our neighbor(s) from the next table started to give us angry glares every few seconds, taking a lot of webcam pictures like old times on la photocabine, and racing against each other on different typing game sites until the library announced their half hour closing time. god did us some justice, for the old pals to meet again somewhere quite familiar, after what seemed like a long silent snowstorm separation.