jesus. it's saturday evening and we;re slightly intoxicated. we consists of julia, michael and myself. a bottle of southern comforts and a few hours later equals a very interesting.

the day is long, but yesterday was better than i'd ever thought.
sometimes, i isng before i go to bed to clear my head and instead
i end up thinking of you.
what am i doing to myself? what are you doing to me?

what would happen if i went away and didn't tell you where i was going?
would you miss me?
would you even notice?
what are you thinking?
do you find my questions bothersome?

i think we both know where this is going...
i think i'm going and i don't think you should join me.

have you ever eaten instant mashed potatoes
that are so good that you wouldn't remember
they were instant,
only you left the box on the table?
what a mind trip.