"adrift on the open sea a hundred miles away from me."
why does it seem like time has stood still for months upon months? haven't i progressed beyond crying at shows that remind me of him? the answer would be no. i saw damien jurado/songs:ohia last night. i drove myself, shelly, ding, and nic through the pouring rain to get there. at least the crying was contagious. it could have been deadly; letting tears loose in a town where i don't know my way around.
i used to have a diaryland and this used to be there, but i decided to move all of my entries here.