Oct 12, 2004 21:11
Dearest Friend:
It's really weird; I've been really tired and kind of moody these last few days, but those things cannot keep me from being happy. I'll start to think about how tired I am, or brood on things and then suddenly I'll be really happy again. I was dancing around today and David misinterperted it as a love of the Greatful Dead, a group I have fond, yet not inceadably strong, feelings for.
I had a lovely Sunday afternoon, even though I missed S. and A. and Q. *sad*. B. and I went for an adventure. We decided to follow the Robert Frost Trail from Main St. to Cushman Brook, which is easier said than done since it was badly marked and it got very dark half the way along, which was rather scary. Luckily I brought along a flash light. I really like him; we have a lot in common.
I have to go to bed now; I'm still working off my sleeping debt from Saturday night.
Speaking of weekends, I think I'm going to have another tea party on Saturday afternoon. YOu should totally come, and bring something to eat (maybe we can make dinner again)
With love,
G. M. B.