Sunday, August 14, 2005

"I sing of arms and the man"

Once upon a time I read the Aeneid, in Latin. I bet you never knew that. There's a lot most people don't know about me. Actually there's a lot I've forgotten about myself; whole pieces of my being that have been, not really lost, more like misplaced. Once in a while I get to reconnect with childhood friends. Everytime I do, I remember a little bit of who I was. That's pretty cool.

I can also ride and jump horses.