I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you.

My to-do list just keeps growing. The thing about have a job with fixed hours is, it's like school. Except longer. With work clothes. So people to meet and things to buy just get shuffled to the do-later folder.

I wish I had some of my friends back. But people float in and out of our life. Sometimes you can't help it. (Sometimes I don't try hard enough)

I'm gonna eat some papaya and contemplate well, the universe.