pieces I have the same shoulder problem--I hunch forward slightly, isn't that funny? My arms still hurt from the yoga yesterday. Is everything going to remind me of you? A clever person replied to the ad. He's probably a spy though. I'm meeting him anyway, if he can stomach my boiling Arab blood. If I'm going to waste somebody's time, it might as well be a spy's. It's hard to turn down coffee. And I don't think I can compromise on the quality of conversation after you. I'll make him watch Paradise Now--and watch him squirm. I've been practicing my singing. I might get to sing with a really cool flautist girl. She talks to cats. That means she's good people. I've decided. I say sorry a lot. It's an old twitch I thought I lost. You found it--I guess it was buried here all along. I'm not your mama, but I'm still worried. I don't want to stop worrying. I feel like it's a wish for you to be safe--it turns into a warm angel wing coat and hugs you when danger's around. I don't want to stop writing to you. I'll finish your song and I'll finish your story. |