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this weekend happened well

well

different and well yes

I promised myself I would be more present if she too were a prophet. But it is not that easy, of course. The phone rings, I pause, and say no. Or do I say?

God does want me to wear the hoodie tonight.

I need to move ( Read more... )

Boston was everything I could have asked for.

Remind me to tell you about it some time.

Found my passport. Woo-hoo. Still no keycard access. Hurumph.

Fell asleep in front of four missed calls.

I want to run around outside. Come, run around with me.
... preferably some time after 7 am.

My room is still reeling from my passport search. Nearly two years now, and still no spring cleaning. I get it. Postal mail is so wasteful.

everything is moving, we have just seven weeks left, for example ( Read more... )

I made over one hundred phone calls today.

I made one hour long phone call to David Korten and his wife Fran. I am flying.
What beautiful people! Talk of salons..

Oh, and today, she kept touching my leg.
Today, I made a really,
really big salad!

It's getting late. Adult cat wired on my lap, articulating agressive purr. And I want to write ( Read more... )