Good GRIEF

*posts so the sister stops freakin NAGGING about there being nothing new*

I’m home.

I’m exhausted.

I’ve got 476 email messages, of which only FIVE were actually to me and not spam.

I’m TIRED.

but weekend was good. More later.

*thud*

#55 [36×365]

Terry Shared a bus ride from Seattle to Florida – your second trip to my first, you were awesome company. You got me through boot camp and my first trip away from home. Thanks for sheltering me.

#54 [36×365]

Derek France – you spoke better then you understood, I understood better then I spoke – together we were unstoppable. I fell in love with the Viola that year, thanks to your midnight solos. Magic fingers, indeed.

#53 [36×365]

Erin Redheaded drama geek – my weakness since birth, apparently. Friends only, ever mindful of the distance waiting back home. Ireland was amazing, though more then scenery I remember our long talks, whispered through the tent flaps.

#52 [36×365]

That British guy I met in Ireland Furtive glances, secretly holding hands, kisses hidden by the rocks at sunset. Fell prey to your accent, to the fact you saw me. You left before us – I’ll always remember the look in your eyes.