i don’t know what else to say except it’s been so long and i can’t tell you why. this seems to be the time of the year when i get quiet, for one reason or other. i feel like keeping things to myself, lately, the way i feel and what i see and where i think i’m going.
(i don’t know where i’m going.)
this doesn’t leave much for me to say, at least nothing i think is extraordinarily interesting or profound.
there is something wrong with my left eye and i have eliminated soda from my diet and i spent another weekend learning so much from high school kids and we are throwing a party on saturday to celebrate three birthdays because soon i will be 26, which i don’t think is such a nice number, and i have been writing too many run-on sentences, like this one, passing it off for good detail.