talking one on one

I can feel myself changing, and I can't ever remember being so conscious of the process. I can feel it, letting go. Throughout the day, I hear the song and it reminds me, that I can be something more.

Driving home tonight, the music was everything I needed to hear. That feeling of incredible certainty, the wind blowing past, the sound up over the hiss of the asphalt beneath me, the lights and the curve of the highway glistening by...

Gene's never had strawberry pie. I find this amazing.

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I will make lots of pie tonight. Strawberry and blackberry, straight from The Joy of Cooking. Except that I use cornstarch instead of tapioca. Right.

Can't find the papers I need to submit my creative writing assignments, restless and weary. I should pack my suitcase, do my laundry, clean, bake, do something other than sit here and complain about my lack of direction.

My rib cage aches today, and I'm deathly afraid of getting sick. Not to mention getting on the plane. Mostly because I don't trust physics.

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As usual my mind is elsewhere, and I get everything confused. Bah.

Home, baking strawberry, and strawberry-blackberry pies for tomorrow. Hopefully this will take the edge off turning in notice. The store just gets more and more insane, and I can't keep up with it.

in my dreams

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Oh yes. This is one of my favorite movies from that time, and I so wanted to be Mark when I grew up. I need to watch this again.