{Certain Tori Amos sounds like it belongs in the backround of a girl-oriented video game. A first person shooter with sparkles.}

I went to the house today. He sent me a letter asking to call. I went to a job interview, checked out the burned out church, bought a flower, and unexpectedly was found on the doorstep. (After I knocked, of course).

After the usual blundering defensiveness, things actually went very very nicely. I skipped when I walked, I smiled when I thought.


It’s nice.