Home.

I am home, and it is fantastic. I feel like a kid on summer vacation, which makes no sense since I haven't been to school in almost a year and haven't worked since December. Oh well.

I miss you all and hope to catch up soon, and then maintain this need to see eachother.

If you are free I want to do something! Call me! 347-0875, and we will make plans, if I'm not there, leave a message! Seriously!

I don't really have much else to say, the rest can be saved for soon.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is thirty two hours long, but I'm sure it will feel longer.

I tomorrow I will fly across the Atlantic at an absurd speed and height (and cost), and eat cute, fake tasting, pre-packaged meals whilst travelling at this absurd height and speed.

Tomorrow, something odd will happen: one of the things I want most happen, will indeed, happen. I will be home. I will see the faces of the ones I love, breathe their air and share their mind.

I'll see you tomorrow.