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quiet night ~ November 7, 2001 - 11:57 p.m. I've been at the computer too long... playing scrabble, of all things. I've also changed my digital address, so if you're trying to reach me, try me at [email protected]. joymail was fun while it lasted, but we've come to a parting of ways. one of those nights, I don't know what to write about. things are quiet here, ariana and andre are at work, the dogs are sleeping, and I am spending too much time at the computer. playing scrabble. makes me wonder what's inside my head that I don't want to look at. I've also been trading e-mails with ozone, and I'm feeling good about the space he's in. he's opening up, noticing things. realizing that he needs sunlight and fresh air and that getting the hell out of san jose will be a great adventure. andre has invited me to come to the ashram in the morning for breakfast and chanting. it's a -morning- activity... she warns me, but there are things I will wake up for. breakfast and chanting at the ashram sounds lovely. I'm craving sweet things. playing scrabble. I probably should've left the house today. you always figure these things out in retrospect.
(((rings))) |