My my .. and I never pick the phone up. And this time I did and Nicaragua was on the other end. And you know what I did? Yea, I definitely cried a little.
I always forget myself and our locations in the world when I'm talking with him. As if he's in the other room or down the road. My words didn't sound right to me and nothing flows as cohesively as face to face, body to body. What does that matter? There will be enough time to tell him everything, to hear everything, to feel everything. Soon enough, when we are not regulated by costly phone calls, shoddy internet services, or kept apart by oceans and contintents, .. everything will come smoothly. Our banter. The teasing. The mental the physical the whimsical.

I am almost done with Amy Tan's book. It's better than I thought it would be, but I am still sticking by my theory about the New York Time's Bestseller List. hodge podge.

time for breakfast. and by breakfast i mean a banana. and then there's lunch. and by lunch i mean gruel. ditto for dinner.