i work. ALL THE TIME. i feel like i don't exist anymore. i'm not unhappy with my job in the least, but when i'm back home in san francisco i feel like a ghost.
hey lady, i'm sorry i've dropped off the face of the planet. i realized that i don't have your phone number any more, and that makes me sad. are you going to shan's thing on sunday? if so i can give you a ride from eb bart if you'd like. i'd love to come to the city and drink some tea, maybe eat some pie, with you.
i'm def going to shannon's thing on sunday. i don't know how we're getting there yet; justin's got a race in foster city at 3 so we might just rent a car. i'll let you know! 415 517 8419. we're bringing our pumpkins that we grew ourselves! wheee!!!
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