Yeah.
I finally have internet back at my house, I'm studying for the GRE like a motherfucker (albeit a rather time-wasting, procrastinating motherfucker), and I miss my old life so much it makes my stomach hurt.
The horses are doing well, though, and clearing my head on the farm, alone, under the sprawling Michigan sky, is not really that bad most of the time. It's the facebooking and the emailing and the texting that aggravate the nostalgia.
It recently came to my attention that professional golfers have Twitter, too, and I now spend way too much time reading Poults' updates.
I bought Michael Chabon's A Model World and Other Stories yesterday. I've already read and loved three of them. I'm not sure if it's the writing itself or the memories attached to the circumstances that precipitated my purchasing the book that generated my ardent affection. Probably a little of both.
Going to Ann Arbor in a bit for dinner/drinks with Savina. I need it.
Dear everyone,
Come back into my life please.
Love,
me
The horses are doing well, though, and clearing my head on the farm, alone, under the sprawling Michigan sky, is not really that bad most of the time. It's the facebooking and the emailing and the texting that aggravate the nostalgia.
It recently came to my attention that professional golfers have Twitter, too, and I now spend way too much time reading Poults' updates.
I bought Michael Chabon's A Model World and Other Stories yesterday. I've already read and loved three of them. I'm not sure if it's the writing itself or the memories attached to the circumstances that precipitated my purchasing the book that generated my ardent affection. Probably a little of both.
Going to Ann Arbor in a bit for dinner/drinks with Savina. I need it.
Dear everyone,
Come back into my life please.
Love,
me