I've been writing a lot more in my physical journal, seeing as my computer is broken and pretty much immobile nowadays.
Poetry is flowing again, which is fantastic, but is flourishing probably because I spend a lot of my time off alone. I need to find friends.
Speaking of which, I miss the boys back south. Always an adventure, always a bad idea, always a lot of fun.
Anywho, I've a few things to get done before work. All is well. I'm alive.
-w
