Sunday, March 11, 2001

brief

I keep picking at the scab and yet I expect it to get better. I keep smiling, because I heard that it's contagious and if I can do it, maybe others can too. My eyelids are growing heavy, but I have committed to doing this "writing thing."

Randy is great. I'm at a loss for more words right now. I'm looking toward the future.

Verizon is wonderful a whole week into it. Gee, isn't everything? Check back in a few months; a year.

j.r.me