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

Oh, the many joys that flossing brings...

Life has settled down a bit, or I guess I've settled my differences with it, to an extent.

I am home with my parents now; it has been two days since I left college. I now have a degree. I graduated magna cum laude. I took 25 credits spring term of my senior year. And at the same time, I feel like I sleep-walked most of it. I don't think I ever really finished anything, and yet, it's over. Can't go back.

Just one question...

How many people have you kissed? Not like peck on the mouth kissed, but really kissed?

I have kissed three, I think. My friends from home have surpassed 10. Sometimes I feel like I should catch up.

Time for my night-time pop tart. I'm on a pop tart kick.

I think I miss journaling. It's been a long time.

Everytime I vaguely consider how I am doing, I realize I have no idea what I am doing, and I also realize that I am not really that concerned about it.

I think perhaps I will finish cleaning out my college Inbox, and then maybe come back here and blow out the cobwebs. We'll see where this gets me, or at least where I end up, with this under my arm, being under the eye of my typewriter.

Back issues from the hand-written version:
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