Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I Voted
Sheesh, I just went and voted, at 2 in the afternoon, and I was ballot #133. Puh-thetic. It was like a ghost town.
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