I'm sitting in Alex's basement, in a blue-green sweater, with really nothing to write about. I've noticed the increasing frequency of all of this... either there's nothing for me to write about or I honestly just don't want to put it into words. I discuss it all so often with friends and family that by the time Blogger wants to sap me for yet another version, I'm spent.
I did have a nice Christmas. I hope everyone else did, too. Tiffany came home, and I couldn't be happier. Really. It's almost as if I've grown back a hand or a foot or something equally important that I was missing. (Even though I've only seen her twice. That's really not the point.)
Sea... would you do me a favor and e-mail me again? I deleted it.
Why? Because I am not such a good friend!