I can’t wait for life to be the right kind of boring again.
It smells wonderful, but the dozens of bees flying in and out of it are kind of creeping me out.
All right. Should be done traveling for a bit, so now I can tackle what’s important, like settling into my new place and watching all of Lost again.
Word of the day: disarray
points at self
February me made a bunch of commitments March me is barely ready to handle, but March me’s got this. April me is going to be on top of the world.
Seattle feels like possibility.
The movie. I cried more tonight than during any other movie I can remember, ever. I had to focus hard at the end so I wouldn’t break down into massive heaving sobs.