InsaneJournal

[uJ via Google cache] empty take-out containers and dirty silverware
you do too much ... you're not superman, you know
I think I do too much. And I think other people are starting to tell me that. Which is kind of funny since I'm bored about as often as I'm super-busy. But I still have no life.

I feel like I've been neglecting to publicly post anything substantive, opting mostly for friends-only posts of late. Kind of strage.
Big loooong emails flying back and forth between me and Emily Press, who I re-found, thanks to the Friday Five and my almost-out-loud wishful thinking.
Halcyon + On + On is one of hte most beautiful pieces of music I've ever heard.
I miss my work friends and I'm sure things won't be the same this year, but I'm hoping that there will be new work friends to be had and I'm hoping that Melissa is okay (see, her cell has been going straight to voicemail for the past week which makes me nervous that something happened to her while she was driving from somewhere to somewhere else and that it's just that no one knows that they should call me to tell me what happened to her but this is the kind of lunatic paranoia that I have all the time and that i know is unreal and unreasonable and usually ignore, but still).

I think I need a hug. I know I need something. I've needed something for so long. Which is not to say that things aren't okay... just that there are things that I miss and things that I want...