it's 3:45 and i'm not awake yet, translation, i was awake at 7:00 but now i'm proping myself up on strong coffee-house coffee and the whafting conversations of people at neighboring tables.

one of note: "rememeber that sweater i told you about?" i don't think i've ever said that to any one for any reason. i don't think i've ever expected any of my friends to rememeber my wardrobe.

still writing that letter to samantha, you one person who reads this. and by still i mean have not written yet may get to tonight more likely some time wednesday. letter will include apologies for absence of said letter for so long, thank you for christmas presents (from last year...), and general updates.

things were a little better today. i registered for classes and felt a touch less like i'm watching every one else go to class. i just don't think it has registered that i have indeed escaped ocala and am now going to school again. i keep having these really odd moments of "shit, i'm in class". i just shift in and out of being aware of where i am. i keep thinking i'm going to wake up. i have nightmares i'm still teaching 7th grade. i think, in the end, there are pills for this and i need them.

reconnected with a few kids from flager. stephanie lauw and her now boyfriend derek. good times.

planning on trying to start off a poker night again.

someone mentioned in class how narcisstic blogs are. how they all talk about people wanting to kill themselves. it immediately made me think of lessonsfromthekissingbooth. not the killing yourself bit....but the...insert compliment...argh... it made me think of yours as an example of what a blog can look like in that.... you really should be writing novels sort of way.

back to reading articles....