Wednesday, December 17, 2003

DO YOU MISS ME YET? BECAUSE I SURE MISS YOU.
It's really quiet in the country, and really easy for me to forget that I'd ever lived anywhere else. That's a bit of an overstatement, but I feel as if the thoughts that float through me are much quieter here than they ever could be in Pittsburgh. This could be because I'm alone most of the day. Call me crazy.

Some of the pitfalls between me and me getting anything done include: the narcotic effect television has on one if one hasn't seen it in a long time, listening to all of my old all-state band cds, knitting, and the books recommended to me by all of my darling friends. Is it too soon to write a letter if it's only the day after you said, "goodbye?" Yes, I know it is.