I'm drinking Diet Mountain Dew and eating Fig Newtons (neither of which I paid for), ripping MP3s of seminal 80s albums, and reading a book about nuns. Life is good.

I found the webpage of my old boyfriend from my first year at CTY, when I was twelve and he was fifteen. I emailed him. He emailed me. He actually apologized for being such a jerk to me eight years ago. My goodness. I certainly never expected an apology. He even said that he tried to find me a few years ago, but couldn't.

I love the Internet.

If only I weren't so damn sleepy. I'm supposed to be doing work. Oh well. Work is overrated. I'm going to see Jump Little Children tonight at Starr Hill Music Hall. And Emily will be there and Julie might be there and Lela might be there. The more time I spend with people and the more books I read, the happier I feel. And yet, being with people wears me out. So I'm feeling tired and contented these days. Maybe visiting Curtis will be relaxing. It usually is.