It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

Talked to Mom and Dad today, another e-mail from Theo. Finally got those photos from Kate. You can guess how productive I was today. At least I showered and bought phone minutes. Montpellier tomorrow. Hope I will be ready for classes Monday. Miss my sitar. And snow. And home. And K. Wish he were here just to talk to.

Can't wait for Ely at 6:45 p.m.