I may be up all night. That's gross.

[molishka]

it's late. i'm tired. elliott smith is where i'm at on my music library. i'm freezing. i have 2 pages done of a seven page paper. i have to work at seven. this is not the best of nights.

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[e_l_i_s_a]

sometimes, listening to elliott smith causes me to fall into deep ruts of inexplicable depression.
sometimes, i try to blame elliott smith for my being in deep ruts of inexplicable depression.
but anyhow. i hope you have finished your paper and that work is not too bad. the two page mark is always the worst. i'm almost older. i plan on buying myself a birthday cake tomorrow with written "elisa for president" on top and a bottle of champagne. and then i will NOT listen to elliott smith and will instead eat cake and drink me some champagne.

[molishka]

Somehow, Elisa, Elliott Smith doesn't make me sad. At least his music doesn't. But I'm one third of the way through all my music on my computer! That's where Elliott Smith is on it. Anyway, the Smiths don't make me sad necessarily either. --Stop me, oh oh stop me, stop me if you think that you've heard this one before!--

[molishka]

I'd love to bring you some juice. In fact, I'd bring some oranges and make you fresh squeezed. And some dog food. But you can't eat the dog food, that's for your dog. I'd bring a lot since you'll have a big dog. Big dogs like Canada you know. And I'd bring you a blanket - for the cold nights. It may take a while though because I'd be greyhounding and walking. But it wouldn't take too long, I'm good at walking. Maybe you could make me a cane. So I could hobble back. Or maybe I'd just up and live with you in a cave. I like weather. I like outside. I could do that. Then we'd have to get someone else to bring us juice.

Seattle misses you Mary!