Thanks for bearing with me through this period of comment moderation. I'm hoping it'll be over soon, etc.
Also Carly used the three whole punch somewhat recklessly and my floor's covered in tiny white circles, like a snowstorm in like, Paper-Ville.
I have not packed
for the trip
which is tomorrow
I'm no further along in the packing process
than I was when you were here at five in the afternoon.
Howeves I will not be late.
Nor will you. In fact,
you won't read this before I see you tomorrow
because you are far more responsible
than I am
but I would not be surprised
if you check your myspace.
Everyone keeps telling me it'll be good to get away. In a way, leaving the city right now terrifies me.
But like most things these days/and likely always, I know once I get there, it'll seem like just the thing; maybe even the only thing. Anything seems really important when you're staring right at it. I would like to stare at some french fries, or possibly a large deep body of water, or possibly an island.
Also by this time tomorrow I'll likely have listened to "We Are Family" 100 times and then will ram my head into a Bugaboo.