all that Ive missed

"theres a box of things in the basement"
my mom said.
"I think they're yours"

and they were.
I keep things, you know,
silly things.

lots of them were in this box.
I wont bother going through all of it.
Lots of letters I didnt send...
lots of stories I started and didnt finish well.
I counted them up though and can say without
a doubt...that I have never written anyone more than you.
Interesting to go back and read my mind.

It seems I might have some news for you tomorrow,
depending on how some phone calls go.
Im not sure what I want to happen.
Im feeling abit overwhelmed tonight.
I wish you were here,
so you could hug me and tell me
that everything was/will be alright.

Which of course...it will.

I have this whole rant on love
and postmodernity (whatever that means)
that Im working out...
it took up alot of CPU time today.
imagine if John Donne had to write now...
what was romantic, is now unbalanced...

Was the play wonderful?
I hope so.
Will you have your own appartment in Berlin?

I did get cookies today...
they werent very good,
but It annoyed my sister
and that made them awesome.

peoples minds werent built for the comprehension
of largeness--at a certain point things overwhelm us
and become just numbers.
(only in comparison to one another do the distances
between the stars seem different to me)
most of the time 7000 miles is just a number
tonight I know exactly how far it is...

well, not really.
but I thought it sounded neat.

2 months tomorrow.
That seems so long ago.
Time like toffee,
all stretched out
and sweet.

Its 2. am.
and I promised my alter-ego
that Id go play in dreamland abit
longer tonight.
It is, as far as I know, the fastest way to Germany.

Remember that Garreth takes over tomorrow...
at least for a little bit.
Im reminding you do you dont think Ive had a stroke.
He's not a very good typer...but he does know the
difference between "your" y "you're"

I had a little musical love affair with Jellyfish today.
It was exactly what I wanted to listen to.
they increase the size of my sighs...
but in that good way.

So good. So good.
I believe it to be some of the best pop
music ever. Top 25 bands all time.
You won't like them, and thats alright.
Song of the night is everything off of Spilt Milk
except for He's My Best Friend.


Enough with this late night existentialism
(theistic mind you, but still)

Im just going to listen to these 2 songs once more...

Good Afternoon Babe.