I am home.

Shower me with love and affection, for I have returned, and I am your king.

I am home.

I got all my stuff to the house on friday. It was absolutely packed until yesterday when Emily came and picked up all her junk, and Brett and I both went apeshit on the living room.

You should see the sound system, but because most of you are in the Cities or WI, I'll just turn it up a couple notches...

I am falling in love. With the house. I like it. A lot.

Life seems pretty good, other than some very wistful dreams. Money and girls and so on...I've never had dreams quite like I've had in the last couple days.

Sorry I told people I'd back Sunday. I should be up and running in EC by Wednesday, and I might stop by and see people Tuesday night.

I lost Antics. That album was sweet, and now I'm pissed.

Have a good first/second week of summer!

Not only does Death Cab for Cutie remind me of my ex-roommate, it also makes me want to go driving. I hope driving home after work this summer is going to be as enjoyable as it was summer last: that was one of the best parts of my summer. Just myself and a dark road and music and
my thoughts. But most of my driving this summer will be in the day, driving from Eau Claire to the cities along with everyone else who doesn't want to be up much less jostling for space at high velocity that early.

It frightens me to think that I might never feel the same fEelings I've felt in the past. I'm anxious just thinking about my friends as I sit in a dark dorm room, stripped of amenities in preparation for a Moving Day that will precede a Check Out Day that precedes the second full year of my adult life. Are they going to have drawn more from their year than I have? I hope none of them ask for my gpa...

I love you Guinevere. I loved you Guinevere, I love you.

Sometimes I would slow down on country roads and turn off all the lights in my car. The small indicators on my dash would give off a faint glow, and the clock, never reading earlier than 2 am would attempt in vain to obscure the Rapture of stars that exploded into riotous beauty when the headlights clicked off. The road would look an inky river on the deep blue sky.

Last summer was one of contemplation and rain and the color blue. I believe it is my favorite color, and despite depression and anxiety about college it was a beautiful season.

I can't help hoping that this summer is the same, despite knowing that I need it to be different.