music: "Wrapped Up In Books," Belle & Sebastian
Ahem.
Things are good here. I am at peace. Or something.
But I'm okay.
And I miss people like crazy. Like CRAZY. I cry a lot whenever stuff reminds me of something. And then I don't cry when really I should.
I feel kind of screwy. But like I got my sense of humor back. And I'm in control of things.
Yes, Miami has been good for me, if by being bad to me.
The end ain't got nothing on the means.
And no, I'm not drunk. Just stupidly philosophical. :P