I keep wanting to write, but keep not writing. I go from being too busy/happy/tired to write, to too annoyed/ranty/tired to be able to put things into words and decide what sort of friendslock to give them.
Anyway. About 55 hours until I leave for California. California should solve all problems. Right?
And "The Water Is Wide" is one of my favorite songs right now. I blame Marisa.