2003-08-07 9:41 a.m.

< 2 weeks < 2 weeks < 2 weeks. ya heard? that's less than two weeks. and yet here i am and there all of you are, me on a DELL in the sub-basement listening to little plastic castle avoiding my job and you all out there somewhere, doing your summer-job things or sleeping or doing absolutely nothing, or maybe having sleepovers somewhere with your friends. and maybe your sleepover is with someone you love, and you're all sleeping with your arm casually hung over someone's hip, and you're both curled up together. or maybe one of you is awake and the other isn't, and the awake one is just lying there in makeshift PJs watching the other breathe, in, slowly, out, what is this, this in and out? breathing. oh yes, breathing. i like this.

but maybe you're all simply in your own beds, in dark basement rooms so your mothers and fathers can't come down without enough shoes-on-creaky-stairs warning for you to shove your bong under the bed and shoo the smoke out through the little basement half-window up by the ceiling.

anyway, i didn't see some of you at all even after i said call, after i said i'll call, after i said we have so many weeks and nights and cars and places to go-- the beach in rhode island, bluff point down by the shore, a trillion canoeing and picnicking and wading rivers, eagleville dam, colchester bakery, where not? what about willimantic and its franco's bakery, with rival cake doughnuts that threaten to render trips to colchester unnecessary, tony's pizza, the food co-op...

yeah, yeah yeah yeah, i am going to miss you.

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