i had so much to say last night, but diaryland was down. now that it is back, and it is not quite 8 am, i have not an articulate bone in my body.

i also have no voice. i was losing it a bit at work yesterday, sounding like a sexy smoker-type lounge singer for most of the day. by the time i was preparing for bed, i sounded like a prepubescent 7th grader. and i work reception at work today, from 2-8pm.

and i guess i won't be making any noise at the rock show tonight.

we did a lot of talking, but i wish i would have done more listening. i could listen to him talk forever. i am interested in everything he is and wants to be. i am fascinated by all he's done and entralled by what his dreams might be. i can honestly say that i love his mind. i've never met someone so alive inside. he has so much love within him. i can hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes, and taste it on his lips.

and then he gave me the pin before he left. i stopped breathing for a small moment, and my skin raised up in goosebumps. i didn't know what to say. to be honest, i don't think i needed to say much with him. it's as if he knows already.

either way, i know how much this meant to him, and i couldn't feel any luckier.

time to eat a wheat-free waffle & peanut butter. mmmm.

music: modest mouse, 764-hero

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